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"Charles."
The professor looked up from his genetics-related book and received his favourite non-mutant person.
"Moira," he greeted the agent, "to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Despite the good-natured and easiness in Charles' expression, her posture and demeanour tensed, and a sad glint in her eyes as her companion flipped the page in his book.
"It's about Erick," she said, apprehensive, and she inspected for any reaction from Charles.
"What is it about him that you have found so interesting?"
She took a deep breath. "I've seen the way you look at each other." The hand that was on the book went limp for a second, contemplative, as did Charles' expression. Then back to normal.
"Have you?" He flipped another page.
"Yes, and I beg you, anything that might be going on, please stop it." Xavier gave a small chuckle.
"And what exactly is going on?"
"Don't play dumb with me, you know what I mean." There. No more beating around the bush.
"If you're implying a homosexual relationship, then you can be at ease, for I do not feel that way towards Erick."
"But he does for you, and he can dissuade you to swing that way." Charles gave another, if slightly nervous, chuckle.
"I beg to differ in that, dear Moira, there's a slight probability that homosexuality comes with genetics rater than sickness as you suggest." He closed the book, no longer interested in reading. "I thank your concern, but ask you to stop it, you are not my mum to worry about my well-being."
"And how would worrying about your romantic life involve well-being?" Charles gave her a profound stare.
"With someone as explosive and passionate as Erick, romance is a hazard."
Silence settled for a couple of minutes. "Anything else I can do for you?" At the blatant kick-out Moira shook her head, clearing her mind from all thoughts.
"No Charles, I'll take my leave now." She walked to the door, and just as he was going to open it, her eyes met green in a questioning frown as to why she was staring at the German. "Excuse me," and she closed the door behind her, not without listening to a last glimpse of conversation.
"Would you mind a round of chess?"
"Not at all, my dear friend, not at all…"
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"We want the same thing, Charles, you and I…" Erick's soft voice seemed to echo everywhere in the small island, Charles gasped for air containing the pain he still felt in his lower back.
The bombs had been hanging mid-air for ten minutes now, everyone "the Americans, the Russians, Raven, Hank, Angel) was watching expectantly to what Charles' decision would be, he could feel the enormous pressure of their gazes, and the most pleading was in front of him (that of Erick's).
Small diamonds formed in his eyes, and he could almost see Erick's saddening expression. "I'll go with you," until he said that. "Just please let them go this once."
Erick nodded and Charles felt his arm wrap under him and lift him from the sand. (And even if he couldn't feel the arm under his legs, he knew he was being carried bridal style.)
And as he now sat in the plane, the tears he had been holding back just moments ago were now flowing freely. He should be happy, he could be alongside Erick…
He had chosen heart over reason.
He hung his head in his hands and sobbed.
《…all reasons aside, I just can't deny, love the guy.》
