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"You were projecting your thoughts." Charles explained. He kept their hands joined, but looked back at the chessboard to try and fight off his blush. "Everyone does it from time to time, they think so adamantly about something that it gets shouted outside of their head." Charles narrowed his eyes at the board, then smirked. "To a telepath, it's like waving a big sign over a crowd of people, it catches a person's attention. Only instead of reading it, I hear it." he reached out and moved his bishop, taking Erik's Queen and pulling him out of check.
"You can't tune it out?" Erik asked, thumb stroking over Charles' knuckles. Charles shook his head as Erik frowned at the board, realizing their hands were not coming undone.
"Not really." Charles said.