I told you. I sat in front of the fucking TV and I had a notebook and pen in my lap. And I took some fucking darn good notes and shit and so there.
There.
THERE.
THERE!
T-H-E-R-E-!-!-!
That's Not What I Saw: Are You Ready?
What The Theatre-Goers Saw:
Banshee's location on Shaw blasted through Charles' mind and he couldn't help the smile that alighted his face as he got the information.
It had actually worked.
He turned to Erik, who was standing by, apprehensive and waiting. "Banshee has a location on Shaw." He looked at him intensely. "Are you ready for this?"
Erik gave him that ever confident grin of his, though it slightly faltered for a moment before it came back, tenfold. "Let's find out."
But, FUUUUCK, That's SOOOO Not What I Saw...
Banshee's location on Shaw blasted through Charles' mind and he couldn't help the smile that alighted his face as he got the information.
It had actually worked.
He turned to Erik, who was standing by, apprehensive and waiting. His heart twisted a bit and he stood closer than necessary to the man that had stolen his heart."Banshee has a location on Shaw." He looked at him intensely and then his face softened a fraction and he said gently, honestly, "Are you ready for this?"
Erik gave him that ever confident grin of his, though it slightly faltered for a moment. He was afraid, Charles thought. He didn't have to read his lover's mind to know that. He was afraid that after Shaw, there would be nothing else. But that was untrue.
Charles would be there.
I'm here, he thought to him before thinking of how Erik would react to that.
All he got was Erik's smile coming back tenfold as he said, "Let's find out."
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