Charles finishes off his fifth, or tenth glass of whiskey. He doesn’t remember. He doesn’t remember a lot things anymore, too doped up on morphine and drowned in alcohol to remember.
The one thing he could remember, but was trying to constantly forget, was Erik.
“I had another dream about him,” he drawls on to Hank, who was just trying his best to be a supportive friend. “He stayed,” he pushes himself off the couch, stumbling a little as he goes to pour himself yet another glass.
“How come you never told him how you felt?” Hank watches Charles cautiously as he makes his way back over to the couch. “Do you think it could’ve changed that day?”
Charles barks out a laugh, a smile on his lips as he gulps about half of the whiskey down. “Nothing would’ve changed his mind, Hank.” Charles stares down into his glass and sighs sadly. “Not even me,” he finishes the glass off, hoping this would be the one that numbs him, but it doesn’t. “I was a fool to ever believe he could change.”
“You were in love,” Hank mutters quietly. “I should get back to the lab. I’m here, okay?” Charles nods, looking down as he hears the shuffling of Hank’s feet leave his office.
Charles buries his head in his hands as tears start to sting his eyes. Hank was his dearest friend, but Charles hated him right now since he knew how right he was.
There was a soft knock on the door, loud enough for Charles to hear and lift his head up. “You’re not real,” he says to Erik, who was standing in the doorway. “I’ve been picturing you for the past ten years old friend, you’re not real.”
Erik approaches him, squatting on his knees to get to Charles’ level. “Do I feel real?” Erik places his hand on Charles’ cheek, tracing his thumb along his jawline.
Charles feels the warmth and roughness of his hand, but shakes his head. “You’re not real, you’re not here,” a tear falls onto his face, Erik catches it with his thumb.
He wraps his arms around him and easily picks him up. Charles let’s Erik carry him out of his office and upstairs into his bedroom.
Erik gently lays Charles down, throwing the comforter over him. He lays down next to him, wrapping his arm tightly around him. “Go to sleep, Charles. I’ll be here when you wake up,” he lightly presses a kiss to his head. “I love you.”
Charles smiles softly to himself and closes his eyes. He knows his mind’s just playing games with him, but it doesn’t hurt to hope.
When Charles does wake up, he rolls over to feel cool sheets beneath his hand. “I knew you weren’t here,” he says to himself, feeling the ache that’s been weighing down on him for years return.
“Because I was downstairs making you something to eat,” Charles quickly sits up in bed, rubbing at his eyes to believe what he’s seeing. Erik.
“You’re not here, Erik. It’s impossible.”
Erik shrugs gives him a sly smile, approaching with a plate of food and handing it to Charles. “Anything is possible,” he sits down next to him in bed, taking his hand in his. “I’m staying,” he presses a kiss to the hand he was holding. “I’m staying with you, Charles.”
“How do I know you won’t leave me again?” Charles asks hesitantly, but doesn’t pull his hand away.
“Because I love you more than anything and I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that,” he squeezes his hand. “I’ve had a lot of time to think, Charles and I’ll I could think about was you and how I missed so many chances, so many opportunities to be with you.”
Charles wraps his arms tightly around his neck, burying his face into his neck.
“I love you,” Charles coos as he wheels himself alongside Erik to his classroom. “You’ll be a fantastic teacher, darling,” he smiles brightly at him.
Erik rolls his eyes, but smiles back fondly. “I still can’t believe you talked me into being one,” he mutters.
“I can convince you to do anything,” Charles grins.
Erik rolls his eyes again, knowing Charles is right.
He leans down and kisses him lovingly on the lips, making both him and Charles smile.
[image description: 2 selfies of me, OP. Wearing tortoise shell glasses in the first. Wearing a bombass undercut in both.]
So we ended up spending like 6 hourstrying to dye my hair blonde (and my scalp is fried but my hair is softer than ever???) and the cut itself only took about an hour. But also it’s past midnight, so any blue hair dying is going to have to be saved for another day
But I can physically feel the gay increasing in my body and I’m so excited!!