[He laughs - because Erik's sense of style is secretly worse than Charles's - and hiccups a little - because this is all a lot and he doesn't know how to deal with it but push through. That's what they do, after all, the two of them. They push: against each other, against other people, against themselves. Until something breaks, or they prevail.]
[Erik won this fight. He's free.]
I'll see you. Don't - don't throw Sean off anything. Not 'til I'm back to see.
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[Erik won this fight. He's free.]
I'll see you. Don't - don't throw Sean off anything. Not 'til I'm back to see.