Heron May mingle

[grandstanding]

Who: Heron crew and visitors
Broadcast: nope
Action: the Heron
When: all May!

[Birds of a feather mingle together.]

Comments

[grandstanding]

[The kiss burns some of his irritation and dour mood out of him, like sun driving shadows away. It was ultimately not important. Neither was MacTaggart. This was.]

[axiomed]

[ Good, because Charles is going to keep at it, his feelings warm and bright and all over the place, a jumbled mix of fear and sadness slowly leaking away and being replaced by the steady drum beat of Charles' regard for Erik. ]

[grandstanding]

[He breaks it for a moment, muttering against his cheek.] I take it you're feeling better.

[axiomed]

A little.

[ He softens. ]

It's been a tough week. I'm sorry. I've put a lot of pressure on you.

[grandstanding]

Keeping me on my toes. [He shakes his head, straightening up.] You haven't been. It's just... this place. [They can both feel it, in their own ways.]

[axiomed]

[ Charles nods. They're reliving things here, things they had forgotten while tackling on the new.

But Charles feels . . . he has healed a little by stepping forward. ]

You'll tell me if you need . . . [ Anything, everything. ]

[grandstanding]

Yes, I'll tell you.

[He even means it.]

[axiomed]

[ Charles smiles, brushing his fingers against Erik's cheek and kisses him again. ]