[ Erik doesn't want to reject him, not really, but he's not sure if he is ready to give Charles everything that he wants. It's difficult, because he knows that Charles deserves far more than this, that he has earned the right to someone who can love him completely and entirely, who can offer up his entire heart without hesitation, but Erik isn't that man yet. He's still recovering from his grief, trying to find out who he is now in the wake of it.
Leaning into the touch to his cheek, he closes his eyes and tries to relax, trying not to let his confused emotions blare out at Charles in the way they have done before. ]
You could, if you wanted to. You don't have to stay here just because you care about me, Charles. I don't know when I can give you what you want.
[ Shifting, he draws Charles closer, kissing his forehead gently - but he wants to steal more, to kiss him again, but is it fair to want that when he can't offer everything, when he can't make the promise of more, of forever? He can't be that sort of man, not to Charles. ]
( leaving erik isn't an option. they're the only two people who know each other in this world they're in. possibly even the only two mutants left. besides, the only thing that makes sense is erik. everything else feels surreal to him. it had taken a long while for charles to get used to being in folkmore, and just as he'd reached that stage of acceptance, they'd both gotten kicked out by thirteen and found themselves here instead. )
What if... ( he shifts and looks up, taking the opportunity to press his lips against erik's, stealing a few kisses before he continues on. ) What if there are no expectations? What if we just do whatever we feel like whenever we feel like it? ( sounds like the old him. but if it's easier that way, why not? they're both adults here. ) You can't say you haven't thought about it. ( eyebrows raised as he looks at erik, challenging him to deny it. because all those nights they'd spent sleeping next to each other, he can't have been the only thinking about what sex would be like between them. )
I know I'm not... all that sober. ( very much not. ) But think about it. ( he'll just pat erik on the chest, once, twice, like, good chap, before resting his head there again, shifting to get comfortable. )
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Leaning into the touch to his cheek, he closes his eyes and tries to relax, trying not to let his confused emotions blare out at Charles in the way they have done before. ]
You could, if you wanted to. You don't have to stay here just because you care about me, Charles. I don't know when I can give you what you want.
[ Shifting, he draws Charles closer, kissing his forehead gently - but he wants to steal more, to kiss him again, but is it fair to want that when he can't offer everything, when he can't make the promise of more, of forever? He can't be that sort of man, not to Charles. ]
I won't blame you.
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What if... ( he shifts and looks up, taking the opportunity to press his lips against erik's, stealing a few kisses before he continues on. ) What if there are no expectations? What if we just do whatever we feel like whenever we feel like it? ( sounds like the old him. but if it's easier that way, why not? they're both adults here. ) You can't say you haven't thought about it. ( eyebrows raised as he looks at erik, challenging him to deny it. because all those nights they'd spent sleeping next to each other, he can't have been the only thinking about what sex would be like between them. )
I know I'm not... all that sober. ( very much not. ) But think about it. ( he'll just pat erik on the chest, once, twice, like, good chap, before resting his head there again, shifting to get comfortable. )