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[Back on board, Erik is exhausted. Too much was taken out of him, in taking down Creed, but there's a little smile on his face. Erik knew he was powerful, knew he to lift massive objects, stop missiles, he knew he was strong. But he never realized how far that could one day extend, and the part of his mind that is always reaching, always striving is excited and whirring, exhausted or otherwise.

He makes sure that Rogue gets to the infirmary, and leaves Charles to his own shower, for once heading to the inmate showers instead of waiting. Lifting his arms to push soap out of his hair is a feat, but he manages, just as he manages to get back to his room. In clean clothes and with a damp head, he all but collapses into his bed, grateful for its comfort.

And as much as he'd like to, he can't sleep, thoughts too busy chasing themselves around his head.]

[Private separately to Alex, Anya, Raven, Ivy]

Are you all right? [He's tense, tired, but he needs to know they got back safe.]

[Private to Jean]

[This is harder, because he hates, hates that he couldn't prevent what happened to her, hates that she was one of the ones to suffer.]

How are you feeling?

[Private to Kelsier]

I'm sorry I couldn't come for you. [Awkward, a little, because how do admit he cares without admitting he cares.]

[Private to Barbara]

[Nope this is even more awkward.] He was taken care of.

[Private to Zane]

[He's a little more hesitant, but he did tell Charles he'd try. Besides, at least in this, they have something in common.]

I thought I'd put him down permanently. But well done, dealing with him.

[Private separately to Vin and Marsh]

[There's a lot of hesitation before he says to hell with it and puts this one out: might as well collect all you Mistborn folk.] How did you make out?

[Open spam in the CTS]

[A few days after returning to the Barge, when the exhaustion has ebbed and Erik feels like himself again, he can't put off the excitement anymore. He hasn't pushed himself very hard, here; he hasn't had to. Since Raven gave him the glitter, it's been on his mind, but only in port did he realize just how far he could be pushing himself. And he intends to push hard, as hard as he can, now.

In the CTS, he's bouncing on the balls of his feet, eager to test these new limits. He had known them, once, but they keep changing, evolving (he likes how that sounds), and there is so much more he can do with magnetism than throwing metal around. That's easy: he's here to practice something much more difficult.

Electricity crackles through the air; it's like the weather itself is attacking him, not terribly unlike the port they just left. But that's all right; that's what Erik wants. He just needs to figure out how to conduct it without that almighty anger. So far, he's just been shocked a lot.]

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[He doesn't say anything in response. He just reaches over and pulls Erik into a close, affectionate hug. He settles his head on his friend's shoulder, closes his eyes and just leans into him, appreciating that they're here and they're in one piece and it's over.

He's tired enough that he's likely projecting more than usual across the link, but there's honestly nothing but acceptance and love and a general sense of calm being broadcasted. The important thing, really, is that he's not mad about what happened, or upset with Erik, but is actually proud of his friend.

It seems worth communicating.]

[He chuckles at first, half surprised, and wraps his arms around Charles' shoulders, patting his back. The laugh fades, and then he's just smiling over the other mutant's shoulder, tired and - grateful. Very grateful, to feel that pride, to know someone he cares about, someone whose opinion he values, approves of his actions.

It's not the first time, but it's always a pleasant reminder, especially next to the pride he dealt with in the camp, when earning another's pride meant hating himself. He doesn't hate himself, and he's glad of Charles' approval.]

Thank you.

You're very welcome. You were extremely impressive. [It's a sleepy mumble, but it's fond and Erik can probably hear the smile that comes along with it. Once they've both rested up, he's definitely going to be curious to see how far that can be pushed, how he might be able to make it work for him even without a lightning storm.

But that can come later. Right now, he's perfectly satisfied with how things are. There's a needy part of him that doesn't want to let go. Having someone to lean on makes it easier to forget what happened, to banish the memories of seeing a friend's body ripped to pieces and just left, like it's garbage. He's seen a lot of difficult things in his time, but he's not desensitized to it, not by a long shot, and he's not sure he ever wants to get to a point where he is.

He sighs softly and doesn't move to pull away, keeping himself grounded in Erik and content not to let his mind wander much.]

I'm glad you don't hate yourself.

So am I. [Over Charles' shoulder, his smile turns wry.] I wouldn't be quite as impressive if I did.

[He's still bone tired, though, so after a long moment, he does draw back. It took a lot out of him, and he's excited to try again, but he knows it's not happening until he's slept for several hours. Several long hours.]

You're welcome to stay, but I may fall asleep on you.

[Honestly, it probably takes a bit of effort to get him disengaged from the hug, if only because he's gone sort of boneless and limp and was already sort of dozing. He's so fucking tired. B(]

That's fine. [It's an agreeable mumble, mostly because he is just. Lying down on the other side of the bed again and curling up like a cat. His eyes are already closed and he seems perfectly content to just lie here for the next couple hours.] I'm not entirely sure I'm up to getting wildly drunk and arguing about chess with you right now anyway.

[In contrast, Erik stretches out, long limbs in an almost straight line. He stays face down; rolling over is too much effort. The joke earns a tired chuckle; his eyes are already closed.]

In the morning. Or the afternoon.

Maybe the morning after.

That sounds lovely. Go to sleep, you're very tired. [And despite his control over his telepathy being a bit sloppy at the moment, that's not an order or anything. He's too tired to expend that much effort.

He's asleep a minute or so later. It's probably a good thing that he's too tired to dream.]

[Most definitely. Sleep is dreamless and comfortable, and the next morning when he rises, he'll even try not to wake Charles. For five minutes, maybe, because he managed to sleep late, he feels himself again, and the excitement is back. He better be prepared for some shoulder shaking.]

[Nnnnghhh no fuck you B( Charles has never been the easiest person to get out of bed - something Erik is perfectly aware of between their cross country recruiting trip and the fact that they've been effectively living together for over two years - and today is no exception.

So he just buries his face in the pillow with a wordless grumble (... whine) of protest, but when Erik doesn't give up, he turns over and stares up at him blearily.]

What?

Get up. We're going to the CTS. [Omg Charles how does he put up with you. With Charles awake and talking, he's heading over to the dresser, rooting through the drawers for something of Charles'. They should probably mix up their clothes less, but. Well.]

Don't you dare go back to sleep.

[It's probably a good thing Erik makes the comment, because he definitely closed his eyes and started to get comfortable again once his friend's out of sight.]

I'm awake, I'm awake. [And he is hauling himself up, scrubbing his hands over his eyes and running them quickly through his hair to make it look less like a bird's nest. He is excited to see what else Erik can do with this new facet of his abilities, but. It's early. B(]

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[He probably would have pulled Charles up by his scruff had he fallen asleep again, so it's good for all involved.]

Go splash some water on your face. [He's already smiling, already excited.] Come on. I don't want an audience.

I'm fine. [He runs his hands through his hair again and yawns. The excitement's catching, and his control over his telepathy's fuzzy enough that there is definitely some bleed over going on. Although it can save a bit of time.]

Just throw me those, they're fine. [Meaning that shirt and those pants you just found/are holding.] You know I could keep people away from the CTS anyway. We could sleep in a little longer.

[He's teasing. ~~Mostly.~~]

And then you'd feel guilty all day. [He tosses both items at Charles' face with a smirk.]

I can't believe you're not used to waking early yet. Don't tell me Arthur tolerated late training.

He didn't, he just took it out on me by making sure I didn't walk away without being entirely black and blue. [Part of that sentence is being slightly interrupted by another yawn, but he's swapping his pajama top for the shirt and then quickly changing into his pants, which unfortunately requires getting out of bed. But he does it, and look, he's up and dressed and... needs shoes that aren't slippers, but. Baby steps.]

I'm almost surprised you didn't think I was being abused.

[Erik checks his hair in the mirror, brushing it back until he's satisfied with his appearance. When he glances back at Charles, he spots those slippers and snorts just a little.]

If you weren't being trained by King Arthur himself, I might have.

If that's your excuse, I'm not sure you know Arthur all that well. [But he says it good naturedly, because he did like Arthur, and he's not going to seriously badmouth him right now. (Sorry Morgana.)

Oh, and if you think you can judge his slippers after you're being all ridiculous about your hair.]

I'll go grab my shoes. I'll be right back.

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