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[Have a glare Charles.]

You are hopeless.

[blowing his nose]

I don't dhow what you're upset about.

[refolding the hanky to put it away]

You're dnot the one with dhe cold.

[Erik is fighting the urge to smile, after all someone has to be the grownup here.]

You wouldn't be sick if you hadn't insisted on running yourself ragged Charles...I warned you.

That being said would you like something to drink?

[Dabbing at his slightly red nose with the handkerchief, he leans back in his armchair. A hand to his forehead, the sinus headache makes him feel as if his telepathy is swimming in a sea of cotton.]

What? Oh, yes. Thank you.

David is out in the hallway and then there's a knock on his door. In his hand is a box of tissues. A handkerchief is useful, but being able to dispose of said sneeze seems a little more sanitary.

"Bless you." He calls from the other side of the door.

Charles is inside at his desk, rubbing his aching temples. Being sick was no fun, even for a mutant. If anything it was worse, he couldn't use his telepathy well enough like this.

"Comb in, comb in," he said to the knock, blowing his nose to try and clear it.

[Erik leaves the room and returns ten minutes later with a tea tray. He sets it down and hands Charles a glass of water and two pills.]

Take those then drink the water. You can have some tea after that.

[There's a sort of confused look through his hand before he lets it drop. Erik with the tea tray? Maybe he was sicker than he thought and seeing things. He didn't even know Erik knew where the tea tray was.

He takes a sip of the water, inspecting the pills dubiously.]

And these are...?

[A long suffering sigh and an eyeroll is Erik's reply to that.]

Aspirin...I'm not trying to poison you Charles just get rid of your headache. Don't want you picking up thoughts you shouldn't with a headache.

[There's a faint smirk before he pops them in his mouth, following with a few swallows of water.]

Pick up thoughts...I couldn't grab a thought that wasn't mine if someone shouted it at me.

[It was true, his telepathy was effectively muffled by the headcold. Here's hoping the tea was hot and there was honey and lemon to go with it.]

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The children will be happy then.

[Erik pushes the tea cup closer showing that the tea is indeed hot with plenty of lemon and honey. Erik doesn't mess with tea.]

[Charles takes the cup and saucer gratefully, practically dipping his nose into it to breathe in the steam with a sigh of relief.

Tea fixes everything.]

[Erik smiles and it makes him look slightly younger than he normally does.]

You act like you've never been sick before.

David enters, a tissue box in hand.

"Can I get you some tea?" He feels bad that Charles isn't feeling well.

Charles pinches the bridge of his severely stuffed up nose with a groan of gratefulness at the suggestion. "Tea...sounds lovely." Sniff. Uh oh...sneeze coming. He quickly snatches at the tissue box, catching it mid-sneeze.

"ACCHOOO!!"

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[A sip of the tea.]

I will say id is not often.

[sniff.]

[Erik settles himself in his normal place.]

I can tell you are going to be handful then.....this is just a cold

Says....the man...without...

[His telepathy is staggered, not the clear voice it usually is. Like a radio frequency that's hard to pick up on.]

A week of misery...if the tea keeps comi'g I think I may pull through.

[Erik shakes his head chuckling.]

Don't try to use your power Charles...you'll strain yourself. I'll take care of you until you feel better.

They have medicine for that.

[noisily blowing his reddened nose]

Do they?

[Charles playing ignorant to get a reaction from his sister.]

[He sighs back into his armchair with tea in hand.]

Dank you my friend. I will attempt to be pleasant company.

[Likely he will be a misery but at least this means more time for chess.]

[And it works. She sighs, bringing him two pills and some orange juice to take it with. Gently, she pets his shoulder.]

Cold medicine. You probably want tea now too?

[Still, she smiles.]

[Charles dabs at his nose with the hanky, a faint smile creeping up on him as his sister steps in for the mother neither of them had.]

You know me too well. [He's not crazy about taking medicine, but since she's brought it, the least he can do is take it. Charles pops the two pills in his mouth, sipping at the orange juice to swallow them.]

[She chuckles, heading off to the kitchen, a small smile on her face. Even with everything, she will still care for him. He is family, closer than anything she ever had. He is her brother. Even if she didn't always agree with him.

She returns with a tea tray with honey, lemon, milk, and sugar. She pours his first, then her own. Despite everything, she hoped they could still be close.]

I like to think I still know you... Sometimes I am not sure.

[Charles is much quieter than he used to be. While in a regular chair, the ominous wheelchair is still in the background, ready to be used should he need to get up. He hadn't really seen her since the beach...]

[He makes an appreciative sound at the tea, especially the honey and lemon and starts adding them to his tea. There's a look to her as she speaks, not an easily read look but one that says I still worry for you.]

You look well. [Probably the lamest start to a conversation ever, but it will have to do.]

[One thing she is grateful for is his cold. While he is ill, he can't read her mind. She refuses to look at the chair, still angry with Erik over what happened.]

I am not sneezing. [She smiles, but it's more reserved, hesitant. Things are still tense. She hates that.]

I feel good. I... I don't hide anymore.

[Charles doesn't blame Erik, however easy it might be to do so. It was an accident. Erik actually saved him from further damage by pulling out the bullet when he had the chance.

But it could have gone better. That much is true.]

If I may say so, I don't recommend catching my cold. [He says with a smile of his own over his teacup as he sips carefully.]

Never? [Charles would wager she has used the occasional disguise, not herself of course. He knows her just as well too.]

It's not in my plan.

[He was always better at not holding grudges. She can't help how she feels every time she sees the chair.]

Well... Not... Okay, not never.

[She shifts, back into herself, smirking at him. As of yet, she hasn't done anything too terrible for Erik. Yet. Still, she knows her role.]

It's nice. He likes me best when I am blue. Not many could love that.

[A knowing smile of his own at her stuttering explanation. He thought as much. Another sip of tea.]

More than you think, perhaps. [Charles had always thought she was amazing in her own right, but didn't want others to put her down because of it. Perhaps that was what had made him overprotective in the end to the point where she would want to leave. He sighs, setting down his teacup in the saucer.]

I worry for the future...the politics of our situation...of mutants could be influenced by misconceptions and fear of the unknown.

[Charles hopes to influence it for good instead. But that's probably a weightier subject than one should worry about when one had a cold and their long lost sister was visiting.]

You would be surprised. I hide because I have to. Not because I want to. To some, that would be considered a freak to be mocked at a side show, not a love interest. Even with him, I doubt that's what I am. He... He likes me for me, but I don't think he'll ever love me.

[She shrugs her shoulders, her eyes meeting his with worry inside of them. She hopes that he is right, that he can make a change. And yet, she fears that Erik is right, not Charles. She worries people will take to violence over peace. She's already seen it happen human versus human.]

The future scares me. It's why I came to see you. You always know what to say. Or... You used to.

[Charles suspected as much. To Erik, he would see Raven, or rather Mystique, as a means to an end. Important because she's on his side. Not because of who she was. There's a sort of disapproving hum but he says nothing in that regard. Raven is grown, him having a say in who she sees would be ridiculous.]

Oof, now that cuts me deeply. [He says in pretend hurt at her words. Used to? Not surprising, he was having second thoughts these days too. Regaining his confidence might take awhile.] I still believe that mutants and humans can find a way to live together without killing each other. The how is eluding me at the moment... [But he's not going to give up.]

I want to believe that you're right, Charles, but... Even the humans can't get it right. Look at all the wars they've already done? Just human against human. Country against country. I... I'm afraid Erik is right.

[She sighed, taking a sip of her tea. She didn't want to discuss Erik with him. She knew what he would say. And maybe she had made the wrong choice, but it was too late to change it now. To be honest, it felt good to just have someone want her.]

[Charles looks to be soberly contemplating her words. While Erik had been right about them being attacked in the end, the principle was wrong. Mutants assumed to be monsters, so then lets attack first and prove it right. Charles couldn't side with that kind of logic.]

If that is the case...how is it that humans or mutants work with anyone at all? If we are all truly lost causes, would it not stand to reason that everyone would not be able to get along? [Charles shakes his head.] There is a way, it will take work and patience, but all good things take those. There's people I can help and I do not mean to abandon them. Mutant or human.

[Rising to her feet, she grabs he teacup and moves over to sit beside him. Shaking her head, she rested it on his shoulder, snuggling up to him. If she catches his cold, so be it. She missed this, missed being close with him.]

I... I don't know. Some people are so closed minded, Charles. They don't want to budge at all. They think we're... We're second class. It's civil racism all over again. People will be pitted against each other. We can help, but we can't change their minds. Not some of them.

[Charles keeps still, letting her rest her head on his shoulder before he tilts his head against hers. Almost like old times. If there wasn't such a wide chasm between them like it seemed now....]

Racism comes and goes, but it doesn't stay for good. History has proven that before. It can change again. [A smile crossing his face, there was always hope.]

You are always so hopeful. Even in the face of things that contradict that. Look at what just happened, Charles. What will keep happening. People will get hurt over racism. We don't know what the future holds.

[She smiled up at him, one arm draping over his leg. She didn't like it when they were awkward like this. She wanted the close connection she had with him back. It would always be about the choice she made, wouldn't it?]

It's people like that... They made me afraid to go to school, Charles. Afraid to go to college and do the things you did. I'm not smart, not like you. It's different for me. I can hide. Some can't. Like Beast... [Her voice trails off as she thinks about her old friend, someone she hasn't seen since the beach.] Racism comes and goes but some small mindedness never does.

It's alright if you are not...I am a bad patient myself.

[There's a sort of nasal chuckling followed by more nose blowing into his handkerchief.]

I don'd doubt dhat.

[Erik chuckles and nods.]

I'm sure I'll get the chance to drive you crazy down the line.

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<3 going with no wheelchair if that's alright?

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Works great :)

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during or post first class?

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Can be either, hoping they are still on good terms?

awkward and hesitant good terms? sounds like a plan

Good to me!

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