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Charles felt Erik's chest rise and fall. "I'm glad." His tone was content and his voice was soft. He was very pleased in the change in Erik. He had noticed a difference in the sleeping patterns compared to when they had first met. Charles moved his free hand over Erik's, his thumb brushing over it for a moment. "Guess it depends on how tired she was when she went to sleep..." Charles slept through it, typically, when she did not. He couldn't honestly answer.

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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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[ Charles mixed a couple drinks for both himself and Erik. When he finished, he offered one to Erik. It was nice -- relaxing, unusually so. He allowed his mind to reach out for a moment to the kids' minds to make sure things were alright. ]

We can certainly relax. Without worry.

[ But he couldn't help but worry a little. The fact that he considered them his children was definitely the cause. ]