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Who: Erik, Charles, Hank and Raven
Broadcast: nah
Action: the Blameless. warning for injury treatment, probably.
When: June 7th, shortly after this

[This is the second time in the span of seven days that Erik has had to pilot a shuttle while his vision isn't a hundred percent. It's almost a pattern, he thinks blearily to himself. Different causes, though. As the shuttle docks with the Blameless, he can't help but blow out a breath.

First step done. Now to get out.]

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Mm, you should. When you feel like you're able to - I won't stop you.

[. . . and then he sighs, dropping his head to rub at his eyes] You need to worry about yourself first. You can't help him like this.

[ He closes his eyes with a shudder. Cryo chambers. Cold. Bullets. It lurks under his eyes. ]

Okay. Later.

Later. [he's agreeing, if only because he knows Charles will do it anyway. And - Hank wouldn't stop him, but he sure as hell isn't letting him go alone. And not anytime soon.

After a moment his shoulders slump and he sits back up straight, head hanging back. Deep breath]Did you - already try?

[he knows the answer, he thinks, but he wants to confirm it]

[ He's quiet for a while. ]

I did. I had him but I lost my concentration.

[he doesn't know how other people to do it; hold onto their optimism in the face of things like this. But he's trying. He's trying so hard, because the alternative will make him leave the room to break something]

We'll practice, then. You already agreed, and - now there's a reason. As soon as you feel up to it.