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[grandstanding]

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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[beathach]

[in a hysterical sort of way he's thankful that he's at least equipped to deal with this. All the horrors he saw in Kyriakos had made that possible, and not just the ones pertaining to Charles and Erik. He'd seen his own team ripped apart, seen other teams left in pieces, and what was in the lab was mild compared to that. But they wouldn't be healed in a matter of days this time; no, this was real, with no magic to speed everything along. He couldn't help but be bothered by that.

He finally lifts his head, and his hand reaches up to cup her cheek as he presses a kiss to her forehead. The words aren't there, he doesn't think he can manage them, but he wants to show that he's thankful to her all the same. Had she not been here he would've handled it regardless, but with her here he knows he's being kept in check. That all of his old methods of coping won't fly this time]

It's what we're good at. [he's had this conversation with Charles before. It was something they all agreed on. He finally sighs and leans back to look at her]

We should get back in there before they do something stupid.

[athru]

They've already done something stupid.

[ She understands, though. Charles had wanted to help whoever had hurt them, and his body and mind had suffered for it. Erik had probably been there to try and help her brother, but neither of them had come out of this without suffering almost too much - neither of them was coming out of this with their heads intact and their hearts safe. It makes her brim with rage, and she feels completely at a loss, unable to go and fight her way out of the situation and forced to hover at the sidelines instead, her breathing caught in her throat before she closes her eyes.

The anger she feels is so dangerous, so deadly, she wonders when it's going to explode out of her. It's too much, and she has to clench her fists to keep herself calm, to stop herself from saying something that would alert Hank to her blistering emotions.

Instead, she turns her head into his kiss and does her best to breathe out a noise, kissing his cheek before she steps back and moves her gaze back to the door. No letting on, not just now; she can fall apart later. She can break when the two people that need help are stitched up and bandaged and okay. Until then she has to be the strong one. ]

Let's go.

[beathach]

[he makes an agreeing noise, although he can at least understand why. He would have tried to do something in their positions, too] They're forgiven for coming here instead of trying to take care of themselves. Even if I'm still going to yell at them both later.

[when he can actually let some of his anger slip out. The last time he'd done that . . . he can't help but look uncomfortable for a moment as he rolls his shoulders. He'd been angry at them for dying, and he'd felt so out of place in his own skin that it made it crawl. He'd survived but at the cost of his mutation for a few days, and he couldn't remember a time where he'd felt more unlike himself. It made his skin crawl.

He huffs a noise and shakes himself out of it and steps back after a moment, putting his glasses back on. At least, walking in there it wasn't facing a massacre. They were both in one piece, fractured and bruised but none of it was life-threatening. He reminds himself that he can do something about that, that he may not have worked as one but he was still a doctor and that - honestly, he wouldn't let anyone else. Not with them.

He nods and reaches for her hand, squeezing briefly before he reaches for the door and shoves it open so she can walk in first]