Erik's breathing has turned even, finally, and as he breathes out against the nape of Charles' neck, he finds that his words turn exhausted, as if he is going to sleep within his sleep. "Questioning what?" He doesn't think that Charles is the sort to question anything.
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Date: 2012-06-17 02:22 am (UTC)