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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]

[he might not be good when it comes to words, to expressing how he feels without flustering or getting too upset, but he knows how to take care of people. Charles back home, and to an extent both him and Erik in Kyriakos, as well as his team. Sure, it wore him down and stressed him out, but that was his choice. He didn't have to, but he wanted to. Because there was so much he couldn't do that he was left with that, taking care of the people who mattered to him. And he just never stopped - there was no reason to, even if when it came to certain people, it changed when he got home.

No one could take that away, and no one could stop it. It was something that didn't require all the things he was bad at, and even if it was just making sure they knew he would, that was enough. Just like Charles, like Erik, like Raven, family was incredibly important to him.

You can't take advantage of something when he gives it so freely.

They've both admitted things and his eyes search her expression, head tilting just a little into her hand. They've both said the words but even then it wasn't enough, and he wonders if she realizes that. He does, sometimes. Like now, as he watches her with such an open expression it makes him warm all over]

I know. I'll always take care of you.

[even if this didn't work out, even if she left and never came back, that wouldn't change. She was as much his family as any of the others, and he'd take care of her no matter what]

[athru]

Hank.

[ Sometimes, more often than not, really, she wonders how she came to deserve him. There's no way she would ever be good enough for someone like Hank, someone as kind and generous and sweet, and she feels out of place, as if she's trying to earn the relationship they've embarked on together. She knows, really, that's not how it works, not at all, and she feels ridiculous for thinking it, because it's not how it's meant to be. She shouldn't feel indebted to Hank because he cares about her, because he loves her, but she still cherishes it a little more than perhaps she ought to - still gives herself over to it a little more than she should have, because it feels like it's too good to be true.

Leaning up, she wraps an arm around his neck and kisses him, slowly and gently, not intending for it to go anywhere. It's just a kiss, but she offers herself freely, without hesitation, drawing him against her body and pushing her own close. There's nothing more to it than what it is - a kiss, plain and simple, her eyes closing as she basks in being this close, and when she draws back she knows there's something soft and gentle in her expression, speaking in silence what she has already given him aloud; proof of her love for him, something she can't take back and doesn't want to.

Pressing her forehead against his, Raven breathes out, soft and uncertain for a moment. ]

Thank you.

[ What else can she say? Always is a long, long time, and even if it isn't forever it still means something to her, the Raven that has been alone for so long and afraid for longer, really. ]

[beathach]

[he feels the same way, honestly, like he doesn't deserve her and yet here she is, close enough that he can say these silly little earnest things to her. That he can make up for ten years of nothing and a fateful night one moment at a time, show her he cares, that he loves her in so many ways that those three little words, despite hearing them minutes ago, aren't really necessary. It felt too good to be true when they first met - Raven was beautiful and he was this nerdy little scientist, and he could never understand what she saw in him, even with their shared feelings on their mutation, and even now he sometimes falls back on that. How could this brave, strong woman who saved the president ever feel the way she does for him, a man who hid away for years because he could no longer stand the world? She could have anyone she wants, he thinks, and yet she's chosen him again.

They're both too tired for the kiss to be anything more than that but he returns it just as gently, fingers tangling again in her hair. For all that the day has stressed them out, for all that they've stood everything thrown at them, he knows they both needed this. This quiet moment to find themselves again, to depend on each other to strengthen themselves before they head back in there and are reminded of what happened.

He doesn't say anything, he just lifts his free hand to push some hair out of her face and press a kiss to her forehead]