[ Being back isn't necessarily making Erik more comfortable with the situation between himself and Charles: Charles is still young, Erik is still old, and it still feels like he has a strange, burning sensation in his throat that's hard to get over. It's even the future for him, now, and it's left him in a sort of limbo that's difficult to wrap his mind around - not least because there are suddenly more things to take care of.
He's spent the last few weeks trying to fix up the house, but he's mostly focussed on the rooms that they're spending time in. Bedrooms, the lounge, kitchen - rebuilding and repairing, using learned skills from his time working in the factories to do it. It feels natural, to make things better for himself and Charles, and he allows himself to fall into a routine, as if this is somehow a life he could possibly deserve.
Hearing Charles come back doesn't fill him with the strange, anticipatory fear that it would normally: he expects him to come home. It annoys him that they're clearly still tense around each other, but that isn't the point, is it. They're dancing around feelings that neither of them are prepared to voice, and with the argument still running around in his head...
Plating up their breakfast, he breathes out. ]
No, it's fine.
[ Putting the plates on the small wooden table, he hesitates. Should he broach it? He's afraid to, now. ]
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He's spent the last few weeks trying to fix up the house, but he's mostly focussed on the rooms that they're spending time in. Bedrooms, the lounge, kitchen - rebuilding and repairing, using learned skills from his time working in the factories to do it. It feels natural, to make things better for himself and Charles, and he allows himself to fall into a routine, as if this is somehow a life he could possibly deserve.
Hearing Charles come back doesn't fill him with the strange, anticipatory fear that it would normally: he expects him to come home. It annoys him that they're clearly still tense around each other, but that isn't the point, is it. They're dancing around feelings that neither of them are prepared to voice, and with the argument still running around in his head...
Plating up their breakfast, he breathes out. ]
No, it's fine.
[ Putting the plates on the small wooden table, he hesitates. Should he broach it? He's afraid to, now. ]