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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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I daresay we have little choice in the matter. [He casts a sidelong look at Hank and Raven, as they exit the room for a break.]

All the more reason to make the most of it.

[ He mock-sighs. ] Young love.

Please stop speaking like a grandfather.

[ He laughs . . . and then stops because he chokes a little. Bad idea. After a few seconds, he levels his breathing and huffs. ]

I must be feeling my age.

[Erik touches his fingers to Charles's hair when he chokes, and keeps them there until he settles.]

Today, you probably feel worse than that.

[He pauses, before continuing. Best to do this while Raven and Hank are out of the room.] If you do intend to try with Winter again, I want to be there.

[ His eyes flicker over Erik. ]

All right.

[He nods. He doesn't give a reason why - whether it's to be support, to ensure Charles's safety, to drop the entire ceiling on Winter if he snaps again. It's irrelevant. Charles can't manage this on his own and it would be foolhardy to try.]

[ Charles doesn't need to hear the reasons. Ultimately, he knows the reason for Erik being there was Charles himself. He sighs, running his fingers over Erik's neck. He can't reach too far, but Charles likes the contact, likes touching Erik and knowing he is there, especially with his telepathy fluctuating. ]

Get some rest, dearheart.

I have to wait for Hank to put a cast on me. But then I will.

[ He closes his eyes, a brief smile on his face. ]

Okay.

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