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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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There are some things I don't want to remember. They hurt too much.

[ The idea of Kurt - that is one thing she would gladly forget, to give up on false hope. ]

You don't have to apologise.

[ He can understand that. He exhales softly. ]

I should anyway.

You haven't done anything wrong.

[ Not lately, anyway. ]

I'm sorry you lost someone, Raven.

[ That's all. Though Charles has always been flagrant in his apologies, always ready with one in case he's overstepped himself. His feelings remain strong. ]

Oh.

[ She's been alone for so long that things like people being sorry for her losses and her pain feels... Different, and strange. She blinks it back and shakes her head, leaning up to give Charles the softest of kisses against his skin. ]

Thank you.

[ Carefully, unsure. ] Should I not have . . . ? I didn't mean to overstep or take it upon myself.

Charles. I -

[ She shakes her head, reaching to touch his hand, not pushing incase she knocks a bruise. ]

Ten years. It's been almost ten years since I was around anyone I care about. I'm used to being alone, so... I'm relearning things as well. You're fine.

[ He smiles faintly, rubbing her fingers lightly. ]

All right.

I'll tell you if you do something wrong. I already have, haven't I?

I'm counting on it.

And you can do the same for me.

[ Slowly, she tilts herself up, her eyes darting over Charles before she breathes out. ]

How're you feeling?

Sore, mostly. It's . . . difficult to breathe at times, but the painkillers have helped.

[ It's strange, having wounds that last. ]

Hank will brace you when he's done with Erik. Is there anything else I can do?

[ If she could lend her healing then she would, really. ]

[ He closes his eyes. The fatigue was slowly coming back. ]

Look after Erik and Hank for me. I think Hank is more . . . unsettled than he's letting on.

I know that. Don't worry - I've already told him it's part of the girlfriend agreement that I can make him rest.

[ She does lean close, though, so her voice can be soften. ]

I'll take care of him, Charles. Erik too.