'tis the season

[beathach]

Who: Hank, Raven, Charles, and Erik
Broadcast: none
Action: Corona
When: Forward-dated to after Christmas

[docking at the hotel had been something of a godsend. Originally he was going to attempt to cook himself, but with all of the restaurants at the hotel available, he opted to choose one of them instead. Likely for the best, because he wasn't the greatest cook.

He'd done his research, however, and the dinner - while nothing overly fancy - still had some traditional Christmas and Hanukkah foods - or at least, as close as they could get to them, all things considered. He tried, okay.

But it was a holiday dinner for the four of them, and that was the most important part. It was a first for their family, after all]

Comments

[axiomed]

I look forward to seeing that.

[exothermia]

Do you, now.

[axiomed]

[ He blinks. ]

Y - Yes?

[exothermia]

[His brain catches up with him, and he flounders slightly.]

Ah - well. I'm sure there are plenty of strange drinks in this place we haven't seen yet. Other than that one.

[axiomed]

[ He hides his smile. ]

I'm afraid I'm too old for pub crawls.

[exothermia]

I wouldn't suggest something like that to begin with.

[He had been to pubs, but never several in a row. Erik pauses, suddenly conscious of where they are. Looking at his fingers as he drums them briefly on the table, he glances back up to Charles.]

But - there are restaurants.

[axiomed]

[ Charles watches him, puzzled before replying. ]

Yes - There are quite a few. Probably a couple of adventurous ones.

[exothermia]

[He takes a breath.]

Would you want to try one?

[axiomed]

[ Everything grinds to a halt. The request itself was not unusual, but the pause, Erik's behavior slots the pieces into place. For a brief wild moment, Charles considers feigning ignorance. Force Erik to say it properly. Turn him down. He had options.

Any option that would be better than fooling himself again.

But what Charles thinks and what he does are always different things. ]

. . . I would. But are you sure you do?

[exothermia]

[It's a good question. The question. Erik does many things without thinking them through. These days, thinking is just about all he does. When it comes to this in particular - them - it's never easy to get it straight in his mind. Until about a month ago, it had been indistinct and buried under everything else. A morass of familiarity and guilt.

'Not that either of us know where we're going.' Charles had said that only days ago, and it was true enough. Erik doesn't know where he's going, and hadn't considered where he was going with this until he said it. He does know where he's been. The two rings are always heavy on his fingers. Magda's voice is always quiet in his ear. He imagines her for a moment, looking out the window as she used to do in the wintertime, watching the snow fall. The guilt may always be there, he thinks.

He remembers when it was the other way around, too.

Breathing in, he curls his fingers on the tablecloth and looks back to Charles.]

I want to.

[And maybe it's a terrible idea. He'll run it backwards and forwards in his mind later, he's certain. But he does the same with memories of Charles. Of a beach cafe, a chess board, an early morning in the mansion as rain thundered outside.]

[axiomed]

[ Wanting anything is the best start. Better than promises, than vows. The future was both certain and uncertain in many ways. Hank's new found resolve to move forward made Charles wonder if he would - or could.

Erik will be the death of him someday, he thinks to himself. It feels irrefutable. Fixed. No matter what they do here, it won't matter. It never seems to. And Charles feels utterly hopeless in his own feelings, just like this place. Unchanging, unyielding in his own belief.

So instead he says. ]

It'll be our new adventure.

[ He congratulates himself on his voice not cracking. ]

[exothermia]

[An adventure. It seems fitting, when all is said and done. Adventures are perilous, fraught with dangers both seen and unseen. Erik thinks he knows a few of them, and there are likely others he has yet to think of. And no one knows how they will end. Only that they start somewhere, in search of something.

Erik blinks a couple of times, his gaze drifting down to the table before he looks back up. He nods, in lieu of any words, some resolution curling his thoughts.

He can only try.]

[axiomed]

[ Charles quickly swipes his eyes with his thumb before smiling. ]

[exothermia]

[Erik smiles back, faint but genuine.]

[axiomed]

I should - get going. It's late.

[ And he feels that his own feelings are swelling up and Charles will say something he'll deeply regret. ]

[exothermia]

All right. I'll see you tomorrow.

[Despite the fact that their rooms are next to each other, Erik will let Charles go first.]

[axiomed]

[ He nods quietly before maneuvering his chair, lost in his own thoughts. ]