Erik feels the happiness lapping at the edges of his awareness, like the ocean coming back to shore. He smiles, barely, but he relaxes enough on the bed to feel like he's actually managed to procure some rest. He reaches over, blunt fingernails scratching lightly at the space behind Charles' earlobe. "Are you, truly?"
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Date: 2012-06-17 03:17 am (UTC)