[an April morning in the Cabin McAvoy]

[mind_over_metal]

[It's early, not too long after sunrise, when the light begins to glow through the curtains and the nocturnal moaning of the zombies crossfades into rustling of the sentient plantlife. No explosions, no battles -- just an utterly normal morning.]

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[mind_over_metal]

*...and it's done. he closes his eyes and just lies there for a few moments, breathing and feeling Erik's gaze on his body... then flings one arm out to grope blindly for his pajama top. he finds it, but just balls up the fabric in his hand, gripping it like the lifeline that will keep him from drowning but for which he doesn't have the strength to use to pull himself out of the water*

[godwinner]

[ he watches the movement, down to Charles's fist closed around the material, eyeing it like a man who wants nothing more than to climb back on, close his fingers around Charles's leg and yank him back under. then he turns away and leaves the room and the cabin, heading directly for the bathrooms and a good old-fashioned cold shower. ]

[mind_over_metal]

*stays there for a while, pulling together all of his mental discipline. ends up not bothering to put his top back on, eventually just getting dressed and going about his day, looking completely, extremely normal.*

[godwinner]

[ thankfully, it's still as early as it is, so Erik's walk of shame has few potential observers, because there are some things there is just no concealing. ]