So, perhaps pointing a gun at point blank range wasn't exactly how Charles imagined training with Erik to go. But honestly, he wasn't wholly surprised. He liked to try and let each individual that he spent these sessions with, to set out their own pace, their own challenges. Or even encourage and throw suggestions out himself, if things petered off to nothing. He shouldn't honestly be so surprised that this was how Erik's session was going to go, or rather; how it had started, where he even got the gun from to begin with was a mystery to Charles. He wasn't aware to their being any weapons on site, let alone anyone still having any – mainly directed in Moira and Erik's direction, they so far were the only two he knew who previously had any sorts and types of weaponry on their person.

Charles did wish to ask if this was perhaps one of Moira's...she had hidden most of her agent gadgets and gears, and whatever else away in her room. There was no need for any of it here. Everyone was safe. No one knew this place existed, that was one reason why it made coming here so perfect. But, the point being: she had placed her gun within her room, and Charles really hoped Erik hadn't gone stealing it.

When first meeting, Charles did not remember Erik having a gun. Honestly, he couldn't remember him having any weaponry. He must've had something as he tried to attack Shaw, but presumably he had lost whatever he had in the skirmish. Somehow though, through all of this, the thought which still lingered was the thought of Erik going into someone's room – regardless of who it was – and raiding about for something. Charles highly doubted he asked Moira for it, likewise he doubted very much if Erik did ask, that Moira would freely hand over her firearm. She had seen full well what he could do without one. She probably hated to think what he was going to do with one, if she gave it over.

Charles came out of his thoughts when there was an impatient sigh in front of him. So, he may have just got lost in thought. His moment of getting lost within his own thoughts was a moment of growing impatience for Erik. He clearly expected Charles to just go along with this. How on Earth Erik may have even thought that, was beyond Charles. He for one had never really seen a firearm before all of this, let alone hold one, let alone hold one and point it straight at someone's face. Nearly every fibre in Charles's body was screaming against this, it all felt so very wrong. He wasn't too certain how this could be classed as Erik training to get better.

Charles wished – for the moment – to put faith in Erik knowing what he was asking Charles to do, at this point in time. "You sure?" He wished to ask, just wanting some confirmation. He was also asking firmly, just trying to scope out whether Erik was going to back down, or change his mind. Charles frowned, if anything asking this caused Erik to firmly plant his feet on the gravel and look seriously at him. Why, just why couldn't this just have gone as simply as everyone else's session?

"I'm sure." Was Erik's reply, he minutely nodded, which didn't ruin Charles's aim at all.

Charles nodded in return, "Got it." He said while placing his finger slowly on the trigger. He was trying to think where exactly this day had gone wrong to get to this point. Everything had been so normal, until being given a gun...and then all of this happened. "No! No, I can't!" He exclaimed after they stood in serious silence for several more moments. Erik seemed to be readying himself for the oncoming bullet, and Charles was trying to get his head around initially pulling a trigger. Something which he hadn't done before, and honestly never really foresaw himself ever having to do. "I'm sorry. I can't shoot anybody point black, let alone my friend." Charles admitted simply while lowering his arm at last and looking the gun over with a disdained look. He glanced back up at Erik though when he reached forwards and grasped onto his hand. Pulling his arm upright again, Erik placed the gun to his forehead and looked at Charles firmly, he on the other hand just looked at Erik with a pointed look. Surely Erik could see that Charles was not going to go through with this?

"Oh, come on! You know I can deflect it." Erik said, trying to reason with Charles. He didn't look bought. In fact he looked at him if a little more pointedly. Erik didn't get it. What else was there that he could possibly do to test his skills? There wasn't exactly a wide range of tasks and trials he could be put through, unlike everyone else. Mainly because Charles seemed to already know he wouldn't agree, or he'd be hesitant to do so. "You're always telling me I should push myself."

Charles scoffed quietly and rolled his eyes. "If you know you can deflect it, then you're not challenging yourself!" He despaired slightly. Only Erik would seemingly take his own words and twist them slightly. "Whatever happened to the man who was trying to raise a submarine?" Charles asked offhandedly while quickly handing the gun back. He didn't exactly want to hold onto that anymore. With simplicity Erik checked the safety and pocketed it into the grey hoodie he was wearing.

"Well, I can't! Something that big, I...I need the situation, the anger." Erik explained while waving his hands in the air slightly and letting out a short sigh. He frowned though when Charles seemed to think over his words and shake his head, evidently disagreeing with him, surprise, surprise.

"No, the anger is not enough." Charles said at length with a thoughtful look and tone of voice.

"Well, it's gotten the job done all this time." Erik reasoned rather simply. Which was true. He couldn't fault the power of anger. It had done wonders – maybe not to those on the receiving end – for him, and all that he had done.

Charles shook his head, "It's nearly gotten you killed all this time." He corrected. After all, Erik was close to drowning in an attempt to pull Shaw's submarine up and out of the water. Anger, though yes, he couldn't disagree; it could be a driving force for actions, words, anything and everything. But it could also come at a great cost, so lost in anger that contemplation to those around, or even oneself doesn't even come into the equation, as long as the end result is achieved. Looking about for inspiration, Charles suddenly had it come and with a look to Erik he patted him on the arm to get his attention, and to get him to follow.

Erik didn't understand, but he watched as Charles hurriedly walked off. He followed suit, but in a less hurried pace. To say he wasn't too optimistic about whatever had just come into Charles's mind was an understatement. He did half ponder over Charles suddenly devising a problem for him to try and solve for the sake of getting more in tune with his powers. Erik was under the presumption that he was as in tune as he was ever going to be. He had absolutely no problems with accessing what he could do, he didn't particularly struggle to use them to his benefit, or to use them at all. Whatever Charles was obviously going to make him do, would be pointless. Or at least that was what Erik thought. Even he drew short when he stopped by Charles's side and looked out to the vast stretch of green lawn before them. The trees slightly swayed in the warm breeze of the day, and the sun was shining down on them from the side. Even from where he stood next to the shorter male, he could spy a familiar orange haired girl sitting under a tree reading, but he also looked to the large satellite dish which Charles was pointing at.

"You see that?" Charles asked, Erik frowned and looked at him. As if he couldn't see it. The thing was large enough, it was slightly irritating actually. If it wasn't there the rest of the scenery would've been quite nice, not that Erik was out here to enjoy the landscape. "Try turning it to face us." Charles said while pushing his coat out of the way so he could put his hands in his trouser pockets.

Erik looked at Charles with a dubious look. Yet Charles didn't seem to be relenting, he merely side stepped away and gave him some space. Erik slowly turned back and lifted his arms up into the air. As ridiculous as he thought the suggestion was, he knew full well that Charles wouldn't let up if he declined. If Erik didn't do this, then he knew that Charles would just throw something else at him. Hopefully not literally there, as fine as Erik was with bullet dodging, he didn't actually want to spend these sessions with dodging whatever Charles could find and launch at him. He minutely pondered over something as pointless and stupid as the clay pigeon thing for Valeryia. He wasn't personally knocking it, if it helped, fine. But something like that definitely wouldn't help him. He couldn't help it, his eyes did slightly drift to where she was sitting none the wiser to this all. She was a good distance away that she couldn't hear them, nor did she spy them from the corner of her eyes; she was solely paying attention to that damned book. Okay, Erik yet again wasn't knocking her choice in literature, but she seriously hadn't put that thing down for longer than a minute. When they played chess, or when she attempted to, was the longest time to date, that he had seen so far.

With a groan he gave up, this was all failing, miserably at that. The dish remained motionless, and all that resulted in all of this was him basically collapsing against his knees, out of breath and annoyed. Standing back upright, he looked to Charles slowly. He didn't have the expression of judging, or pity, or anything else at Erik's failure. He remained the same distance away, though he did briefly glance to the dish and then back to Erik. He seemed to be musing over something to say, Erik could tell by the expression which was now on his face.

With a gentle sigh, Charles removed a hand from his pocket and gently rubbed his chin in thought. "You know, I believe that true focus lies somewhere between rage and serenity. Would you mind if I...?" Charles asked hesitantly, not everyone was freely accepting of having him rummage about in their mind. Actually, many would be hugely against it most likely. But the suggestion and asking of it couldn't hurt.

Erik looked at him guardedly, it wasn't like he hadn't already had Charles rummage about up there before; but that still didn't mean he was freely accepting of this happening. Yet, he relented. He nodded as Charles placed two fingers against his temple while Erik turned back to look at the problematic dish. He didn't feel anything to begin with, as in he didn't feel any different, there was a slight pressure behind his eyes and that was really the only feeling of knowing Charles was doing something. He was close to just asking him to stop, that this was pointless, until someone came to mind. His mother, he could see her, so vividly, smiling and happy...how long had it been since he last thought of her? It was such a sore subject, that really the pain of it wasn't worth it.

"What did you just do to me?" Erik couldn't help but ask, even if it was a rather obvious answer. Charles had gone through his memories to find something which would cause him to focus.

"I accessed the brightest corner of your memory system. It's a very beautiful memory, Erik. Thank you." Charles said quietly while Erik looked at him distantly, yet with a lingering tinge of sadness; as is often the feeling which would appear if and whenever his mother came to mind.

"I didn't know I still had that." Which was the truth. Not saying he made a habit of trying to forget about his mother, how could she? She was single-handedly one of the most important people, if not the actual most important person in his life. She was everything to him really, and he would always love her, no matter with what had happened. She was his mother, so of course it stood to reason that she would somehow still, even now, be the one to focus his mind.

"There's so much more to you than you know. Not just pain and anger. There's good to you, I felt it. And when you can access all that, you'll possess a power no one can match. Not even me. So, come on. Try again." Charles said calmly, Erik merely glanced over his shoulder at him before looking forwards again.

Much like last time, Erik stood with feet firmly planted against the gravel, arms raised and hands splayed in the air; eyes fixed on the metallic dish meters away from them, now fully intent on making it move. The quiet groan of metal slowly grew in noise as the dish slowly started to rotate in position. Its sudden moving caused other movement, and poor Valeryia looked close to jumping out of her skin when the noise reached her.

"Sorry!" Charles cupped his mouth and shouted down to her. She looked around before shielding her eyes from the sun and simply sending them a wave, and what seemed – from the distance – to be a thumbs up. She seemed glad that there wasn't a sudden collapse happening near her. With a laugh though, Charles patted Erik on the shoulder, he was letting out short gasps to catch his breath back, but overall there was a grin on his face. "Well done." Not saying he didn't have faith, or anything of the sort, but Charles did have a moment of wondering if this was possible. "Better apologise to her." Erik frowned, he had just done it for them. Charles just looked at him pointedly and tapped a finger to his head. Erik frowned and rolled his eyes, Charles was such a little snooper. With a sigh, Erik turned and ran down the stairs which were nearby.

Charles casually leaned against the stonework in front of him, it was a little amusing to watch as Erik stuffed his hands in his pockets and slowed down as he reached where Valeryia was sitting. It was as if Charles had asked him to go and hand feed an angry bear, or something as dramatic as that. He had just been in his head, did Erik really believe that through all the memories Charles had rifled through, that those involving the teenager sitting down reading against a tree, wouldn't appear? They had. And Charles didn't quite agree with some of the things he had spied, nor did he wholly understand why he was trying to shut her out, but the overall feeling of liking her was very much dormant. Charles had felt it.

He almost slapped a hand to his forehead when it seemed like Erik was about to reach out and pluck her book from her hands just to get her attention. He rolled his eyes, they were on good, civil ground, doing something like that was likely to create a setback. It was painful really, not to shout down and give some prompts. Charles wasn't so naive and stupid as to think that Erik didn't have some skills with female kind, but this was just ridiculous.

Eventually though, she shut her book when he crouched down in front of her, Erik pointed to the dish and seemed to be talking, and looking somewhat apologetic. In response Valeryia shrugged, or at least that looked like a shrug, a grin and laughed at something before putting the book to the side and looking at him interestedly.

Charles pushed away from the brick in front of him and turned away, he'd leave them to it. Having an audience, a distant one at that, wasn't what they needed. A little shove, little being perhaps an emphasis, was something they did need. But...Charles wasn't one for typically interfering, much, but whatever. Walking back into the building, he shuddered, he hadn't realised that through all the time spent outside with Erik, it had started to get colder, and that inside it was nice and warm. Shrugging his jacket off, he looked to the side when he heard chatter in the kitchen. It seemed like Sean was attempting to help Moira and Raven with making something for dinner.

"If you want something to do, Sean-"

"No, no, man." Sean held his hands up, and started to exit the room.

Charles smiled and rolled his eyes. "Can't avoid this forever, Sean." His reluctance was a little amusing, "How's tomorrow for you?" Charles asked while turning and following after him. Trying to chase some up for sessions was a proper mission. Not everyone was freely wishing to venture into an exploration of what they could do.