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[balancingminds]

OOM: "I don't wish to cause knots."

After some more sleep, Charles comes down the stairs and pats down his hair and adjusts his shirt, he feels he must be a mess, but he did get some rest.

At the counter, Bar provides a mug of strong tea, a paper, and a proper English breakfast. The food makes him smile as he was hungrier than he realized.

His life has gotten quite busy and strange and sitting here in Milliways makes him wonder what Iris will make of Erik. He hopes there can be a way for the two of them to get along and he needs to speak to Raven and Hank again. There's so much to do and much he still doesn't know.

OOC: Warning for nightmare imagery and heavy making out in the OOM. Last note, the thread with Iris comes first. *sighs at the telepath*
Charles is currently not actively listening to minds as he's reading his paper and trying to figure out what he's gotten himself into. Including thoughts in narration is wonderful and please let me know if he won't be able to read you. At the moment, thoughts are part of the background noise for him.

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[markedformore]

When Erik wakes, he is alone.

It is enough to cause a mild panic that he stems off quickly, permitting himself a quick scan of the metal in the area to soothe him. He is in Milliways, that room that Charles had procured, but Charles is nowhere to be found. Cautiously, he sends a tendril of a thought outwards to track him down before he does his best to put himself together. He doesn't wholly succeed -- his hair is a mess and his shirt is wrinkled.

Still, his stomach is growling and he promised himself that he would not let himself go hungry, not after the war ended and there was no reason for such things. He descends the stairs slowly, raising a brow when he catches sight of Charles in the distance. For a moment, he merely watches him as a stray thought slips by: How very domestic of him.

[balancingminds]

At the feel of Erik's mind, Charles looks up from his paper and debates turning.

He hasn't gone far but he wanted some food and tea before another round of conversation.

[markedformore]

Erik isn't sure whether he wants to join Charles, so he dawdles by ordering a cup of coffee. Inevitably, he drifts to Charles' side, saying nothing at all but settling in comfortably at his side, electing to rest in this comfortable silence while he drains the scalding drink in his hands.

[balancingminds]

It is comfortable, which Charles hadn't quite expected, but enjoys. He was afraid they'd be trapped in tension which he didn't want.

When his tea refills, he hands the front page of the paper over to Erik, it's the Times of London.

[markedformore]

There is the softest of snorts that comes from Erik as he takes hold of the paper and flips it open until it covers his face. That wayward thought from before only strengthens and he wonders if this is Charles' quiet dream -- to share papers over tea and breakfast with his future dearest.

It is a role that Erik certainly (likely) will not fill.

[balancingminds]

At the snort and the thought, Charles takes a sip of tea and says,

"I enjoy a quiet morning nothing more, nothing less, don't go reading too much into things. That's my job."

[markedformore]

Erik murmurs softly, not putting many of his words into thought. After all, he's not sure he believes that, entirely. "Are you telling me that you don't dream of a future? Little wife to wake up with? Paper to read, tea to drink," he says evenly.

[balancingminds]

"To be safe and open, yes, not sure about a partner, they're harder to find. Most people don't like me in their head but I wouldn't want to be someone who didn't understand. So far you and Iris are some of the few who've invited me in. Raven tells me to stay out but that's Raven,"

She's different, she's family. While Iris, who enjoys the mental connection more isn't human.

[markedformore]

"You've already fully been in my head," Erik admits ruefully, sighing as he regards Charles, giving him a long look. He hands the paper back to Charles, sipping his coffee and enjoying the strong taste. "You left, this morning."

[chrysopteron]

Iris has been busy. Or at least, that's the way it looks - when she enters Milliways she is holding her ewer aloft and her wings look ready to lift her up and away.

But she is here, and happy to be so.

[balancingminds]

At the feel of her mind, Charles smiles, it's been too long and he turns and waves.

[chrysopteron]

Charles!

In a heartbeat she is at his side and Iris kisses him without anything resembling preamble. "How do you fare?"

[balancingminds]

"Busy, a lot has happened since we last spoke,"

He closes his eyes and shares his memories of the last few confusing and intense days. From meeting with Moira in the pub at Oxford, the presentation, waiting on the ship and then Erik.

[chrysopteron]

"Wait - " so much " - I know him. The last man. I don't understand."

[balancingminds]

"You know him? He's a fellow mutant and someone who's important and confusing,"

He closes his eyes and rubs her arm. Yes, it is so much. I feel it too but this is what I've been hoping for. Not being alone, more mutants.

[chrysopteron]

Wait.

"Important."

Important how? Confusing?

[balancingminds]

"I've never met anyone who pushes at me like he does,"

Erik does things to him from desire to seeing new possibilities for mutants, he cares and worries for him.

[tobenormal]

Charles seemed like he had been at the bar sometime (if the remains of the meal were any thing to go by) when Hank wandered in and spotted him. He couldn't resist coming over though he hoped desperately he wasn't interrupting.

"Professor Xavier?" He asks just as he was about to take a seat. How did he really know this was even the man he had met? With all the potential of other worlds and times, this could even be a Charles from his future or past or...Hank really needed some sleep.

[balancingminds]

He turns and smiles, it's rather tired looking as well, he did sleep, its just been an emotionally draining day,

"Hello, Hank. I didn't know you had a door to Milliways."

[tobenormal]

"I only discovered it early in my day," Hank replies a little relieved he didn't just create some paradox. "We just met the day before for me." The last he adds just in case Charles is very far in his future.

[balancingminds]

"Oh, I see. Raven and I had a door in our flat in Oxford and apparently Erik's found himself here a few times as well. I'm glad you know about it and we're on the same timeline. Would you like some coffee?"

Bar provides Charles with another mug of tea and some coffee and a donut for Hank.

[tobenormal]

"Maybe some sort of tea? It's really late for me and I should be sleeping but everything is so exciting and I can't," Hank says breaking off when he sees the donut. "But maybe a donut would be good. Oh wait, could I get warmed Ovaltine instead of tea?"

[balancingminds]

The order quickly shifts and Charles smiles at Bar's warmth,

"How odd, it was morning, early morning but morning when I found a door. You should try to sleep. Perhaps I can help you, tell me what's on your mind."

[tobenormal]

"It's just everything. The Division is sudden;y active, I'm," he starts before looking around, then out of habit leaning close, "not alone. It's a lot to think about."

Even if Charles weren't a telepath he'd know Hank was about to add something else to that list of exciting things.

[balancingminds]

Charles smiles at Hank, he's so young,

"It is. I remember when I first met Raven, suddenly everything seemed possible again. It's wonderful to see how the two of you are getting along."