[Idly, he shifts the fluff slug that's in danger of being squished between them, dropping it onto the bedside table. There's a sense of amusement emanating from him now.
I do have a few... how's your chest?
They've been healing for a few weeks now. Erik dispensed with his cast once they stepped off the ship, having had some extra healing from Nightingale to speed up the process. He's not as concerned for Charles as he had been in the days just after Winter's attack, but traces of it linger, all too aware of the soreness and difficulty cracked ribs had entailed for the other man.]
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I do have a few... how's your chest?
They've been healing for a few weeks now. Erik dispensed with his cast once they stepped off the ship, having had some extra healing from Nightingale to speed up the process. He's not as concerned for Charles as he had been in the days just after Winter's attack, but traces of it linger, all too aware of the soreness and difficulty cracked ribs had entailed for the other man.]