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SIXTY ONE ✖ VOICE & SPAM

[Friends Filter]

[Charles sounds tired - and anyone who was in the infirmary right after port ended might have noticed him hovering while people tried to help Zane - but otherwise, actually pretty okay.]

I know we're all exhausted and in need of some relaxation, but if everyone wouldn't mind letting me know you got out alright, I'd appreciate it. And if there's anything I can do for any of you, don't hesitate to let me know.

[Spam for Erik]

[Getting his telepathy back felt like he'd been unblindfolded, and while he had noticed the change immediately, in the first minutes back on the Barge, he hadn't had time to appreciate it. The focus was instead on saving Zane's life, and it wasn't until he was stable and unconscious that Charles had the time to reach out with his gift and reassure himself that they were back, they had made it out, and so had the people he cared about.

He'd checked on the kids first, reassured himself that they were in one piece and mostly in need of rest before anything else, and reassured them that he just needed much of the same before looking for Erik.

It's not difficult. His mind had almost instinctively wrapped itself around the familiar presence as soon as it had been established that Zane would be alright, and so Charles catches up to his friend as Erik's coming down from the deck, a relieved smile immediately stretching across his face as he gets his first good look at him.]

This might be the ultimate instance of the pot calling the kettle black, [Because he knows he's got some cuts on his face and other minor injuries from their time in port, too.] but you look like you're about to fall over.

[ooc: Filter includes but is not limited to the immediate X-Fam, Zane, Merlin, Arthur, Morgana, Anya, Pietro, Barbara, Tony, Kelsier, the Emperor, Ivy, and even you, Felix. Basically anyone Charles is friendly with or would have reason to check up with, idk I'm always bad with these filters and end up forgetting someone. /o\

Also, feel free to spam him if you want! He'll probably be pretty unconscious for the first day and a half afterward, but will be up and around after that.]

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[It may be a testament to exhaustion, but Erik let's out a little laugh at that.]

Do I, [he drawls, and once Charles is in reach, he stretches out an arm to clap the other man on the shoulder.] Maybe I am. Suppose that means you'll have to hold me up.

[The smile fades a little, and he takes a moment to look at Charles, really look at him.] Everything's all right?

[Charles lets out a tired laugh of his own, reaching over to squeeze his shoulder.]

You know I'm more than happy to, although at this point, I'm afraid it might be a little more like the blind leading the blind. [The question almost catches him off guard, and he looks back at Erik, worry and concern bubbling up, before being replaced by sudden... confusion.] I'm alright. Honestly.

[Which is so weird, considering what they've been through, that he really was okay. Zane would be alright. Erik and the kids were safe. He'd gotten through this despite not having his telepathy.] I'm just glad you and the kids are okay. [He hesitates a beat.] You are alright? I hear your voice over the communicator, but I couldn't get a message to you.

[He nods - it's not something he'd have expected, but he does feel, at least in general, all right. It could have been so much worse - he still doesn't like that Shaw was his father figure, and he can't entirely escape that, which means looking at Pietro is that much stranger, now - but it could have been worse.]

I am. I tried to get in contact, but...[He shakes his head.] The radios failed more often than not.

I noticed, [He said dryly, smiling a little wryly and deciding against mentioning what he'd heard, that now he's being haunted by Edith Piaf too.

He claps Erik's shoulder and starts trying to work up the enthusiasm to start walking again.]

Come on, I'm exhausted. You can borrow my shower.

[Edith Piaf will follow them to their graves. Erik smiles, and lurches forward again, pulling Charles with him.]

Have I mentioned lately that I appreciate your generosity?

You're one of the better quasi roommates I've had. [Although that actually makes him start thinking about how he managed to pull together and survive during this port, and get the others to listen and focus... all of it came from basically the same place.]

Have I ever mentioned how exceptionally inspirational you are?

[That gets the most quizzical fucking look in the world, and he actually turns to look at Charles for a moment before continuing on.]

Inspirational? [Yeah that's disbelief.]

What are you talking about?

[The disbelief catches him a little off guard, and he laughs gently, shaking his head.]

You've been through so much in your life, Erik, and while some people might have chose to let it completely destroy them, you picked yourself up and refused to let it beat you down. And even despite what's happened, you're an exceptional friend and an excellent teacher, and that's something to be respected.

I feel a little foolish admitting to this, but when things get difficult - like they did in port - I often find myself thinking what you would do or how you wouldn't just give up. You've helped me become a stronger person than I was before we met.

[tl;dr you're basically his personal hero, even despite the whole peace was never an option thing.]

[What the hell is happening here oh god how does he even

He lets his head drop momentarily, because what. How. And eventually he shakes it, a slightly astounded smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.]

You wouldn't just give up either, Charles. [Erik squeezes his shoulder.] I never thought you were weak.

[By which he means, thank you, but dude you're kind of a role model too]

[Charles grins, embarrassed and flattered, and pats Erik on the back, keeping up the tired pace they'd established.]

Flatterer. [He knows he was weaker in some ways, and they'd both seen what would happen if they'd never met. There was no way he'd have been able to take on Shaw by himself.

It was actually sort of strange, to think of how perfectly they wound up complimenting each other. They'd both grown up a lot.] You're an exceptional person, Erik, and I'm incredibly proud I can consider you a friend.

Yes, well. [Praise is difficult, Charles. Erik smiles, and shakes his head a little at that, because it's such a silly thing, to be flustered at flattery. Why not take what they both know, and acknowledge it?]

So am I.

[That gets him a brush of affection from the telepath, and it hits him a moment later that they're so lucky this happened, because he can't revisit the idea of what it would be like without having Erik as a friend, and without the Barge, that would have been his future.

It's a pretty bleak one.]

Come on, I'm dying to get out of this flight suit. [And once they're in front of his cabin, he's giving Erik a look like do you want to or should I, because he knows casual use of his powers after something like this is something Erik finds comfort in.]

[So much comfort; he barely needs that glance to wave his hand and open Charles' door.]

You shower first. I'm going to grab some clothes. [Because he needs out of this thing, too.]

[Charles nods, already heading into the room and fumbling with the zipper and buckles, because he really, really wants to put on pajamas or something.]

If exhaustion gets the better of me and I collapse on the floor, I'll try to let you know. [He's mostly teasing.]

I'll try to make certain you're decent before calling for help.

You're a true friend.

[He ends up taking a fast shower, because while he could probably stand to stand under the spray for a long time, he's more tired than anything else, and he knows Erik needs to use it, too, so he's out, mostly toweled off and in clean pajamas about five minutes later. He gives Erik a tired smile when he spots him.]

All yours.

[The straps are undone, but he still has the majority of the suit on where he sits in one of Charles' chairs. He's half dozing, and has to stare at Charles for a moment before he quite realizes what was said. His smile is only slightly abashed as he drags himself up to get to the shower. He takes just long enough to scrub the grime off; he's too exhausted to keep his arms up for long, too tired to do much of anything. Even drying and dragging on clothes is almost too difficult. He even leaves his towel on the floor when he exits.]

I'm going to sleep. [He smiles a little ruefully.] Don't come knocking for at least a day, and I promise to leave you alone for two.

[Charles is in a similar state by the time Erik's out of the shower, although he's lying down on the couch with his slanket wrapped around him like... well, a blanket, or perhaps more accurately a cocoon, and was more dozing than anything else when Erik get out. He scrubs a hand over his face and peers up at Erik, brow furrowed like he needs to actually puzzle through what his friend said word by word to make sure he understood him properly.]

You could just sleep here if you want, I'm certainly not planning on getting up any time soon. And I don't need to be left alone for two, I'm fine, honestly. Just a bit tired. [But still plenty wordy.]

[So fucking wordy, and Erik really isn't listening to any of it. He's got his head cocked to the side, and he's staring while Charles talks, but not really hearing a word of it.]

What are you wearing?

[And again, Charles is puzzled by the question, and he sits up a little to examine the object in question, not sure what the problem is.]

You got it for me for Christmas.

Well. [Staaare] At least it's sufficient payback for the socks.

What socks? [Did you get Captain America socks?]

The absurd shark ones?

[Charles barks out a surprised laugh.] Next year, I'll remember to be more specific.

I know it's a little garish, but it's comfortable and warm, and I like it. [And he is settling back down on the couch because sitting up officially requires too much effort right now.] It also has sleeves.

[omfg Charles] Blankets shouldn't have sleeves.

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