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"Breakfast would be nice," Charles said. He enjoyed those times when he woke up early and got to spend some time alone with Erik. They didn't have these moments very often. Not with his own habit of falling asleep in his office and waking up in the middle of the night. He would join Erik for sleep (most nights) well into the night sometimes.

"I was going to get someone to make us something, but it seems I can't get up early enough for that."

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After cleaning the egg from the floor, Erik washed and dried his hands, only to lay one on Charles' shoulder. He was always careful with those gestures, never being too familiar in front of others, especially the children. It wasn't out of shame or fear, nor did he think of it as hiding, merely a simply desire to remain private. So much of their relationship was in unspoken communication, it only served to make it all more poignant for Erik that it was only for them. Even these small affections weren't for the eyes of others, but only for theirs.

And this particular moment, well, it felt like a milestone to Erik. For two decades, he had no place that was his home, no shelter for the raging storm of his own pain and anger. Charles had given him that: a home, respite, peace, family, and now love. All things Erik never expected to have in his life. Though his determined and violent strength was unneeded now, Erik knew that he would, if the time ever came, fight to the last to protect everything Charles had built, had given him.

A playful grin settled over his lips and he turned back to the stove. "Are you going to just sit there or help me?"

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Charles let his hand meet Erik's for a brief moment before withdrawing it from his. Those moments were so fast, so private, so theirs. No one had to see it, Charles knew that they had suspicions, if they didn't know. But it was the fact that it was all unspoken and thoughts kept it in a good place. "What would you like me to do?" he asked. It wasn't as though he couldn't cook, but he rarely was one who actively participated in helping Erik. He didn't want to get in his way, but it would be fun to be a part of breakfast.

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"Hold these," he uttered quickly, handing off the container of eggs to Charles. It freed up some space on the counter and Erik went about getting a dish in which to better the bread. He put a fry pan on the range and put some butter in to melt. before the took two eggs from the container he'd passed off to Charles.

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Charles watched Erik, as he always did, as his way of learning how to do the things he did. It wasn't as though he needed to know how to make them, or didn't know how, but everyone did things a bit differently. Erik was no exception. "And?"

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"Don't drop them," he teased. "I can't be trusted not to." That said, he plucked one of the eggs from the container and cracked it open to begin battering the bread.