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[incogneto]

Alright.

Forgot I brought it up.

[ceruleans]

I'm just surprised you asked.

[incogneto]

Why? I'm invested in your personal life.

[ceruleans]

Yeah, I'm getting that.

...we should probably talk.

[incogneto]

About?

[ceruleans]

Erik.

[You know what.]

[incogneto]

Fine, you first.

[ceruleans]

Just come over, all right?

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[incogneto]

[ Slides into her window, seriously. ]

Raven.

[ceruleans]

[Jesus Christ, Erik.]

Jesus Christ, Erik.

[Mystique is on her phone, and she glances up sharply from her spot curled up on the blankets piled haphazardly on the couch when she hears him jostling at the window.]

[incogneto]

What, did you think I'd take the door?

[ceruleans]

I thought you'd at least knock.

[She sighs, pushing her hand through her hair and rising from her spot on the couch. It's -- mostly habit, getting up when guests come in.]

And I wasn't expecting you so -- fast.

[incogneto]

I didn't know how much time we had to talk.

[ceruleans]

We've got a while, Erik.

[She walks to where he's come in, trying to avoid pacing.]

Come on, sit down.

[She expects it's going to take a while, too.]

[incogneto]

You start talking first, then I'll sit.

[ceruleans]

[She'd bother with arguing, except arguing with Erik is pointless. Especially if their conversation is going to get anywhere.]

Fine.

We need to talk about what we both said the last time we were -- together.

[Ugh.]

And why you think, exactly, that I was settling when we were dating.

[incogneto]

Actually, I think I have a dentist appointment right now.

[ THIS IS PRECISELY WHY HE DOESN'T WANT TO SIT DOWN ]

[ceruleans]

Erik.

[Frustrated, she shifts forward to grasp his arm at his wrist. Not hard, nothing that would be anything cruel, just...]

Please.

[incogneto]

Should we really discuss this?

[ He looks frustrated, but surprisingly vulnerable, not hard like he usually is. ]

Ever?

[ceruleans]

Would you rather we just keep whispering hopelessly at each other for the rest of our time here?

[Because at this rate, that's how it's going to go.

She sighs, brings the hand on his wrist up to rest on his forearm instead, gentler.]

Just sit, okay?

[incogneto]

Fine.

[ He does so, but then immediately crosses his arms over his chest defensively. ]

[ceruleans]

[She rests one hand gently on his knee, hoping it will do -- something. Comfort him, maybe?]

You know things can't go back to the way they were, Erik.

[Even if nothing was different from then -- things hadn't been perfect, no matter what either of them tried to convince themselves.]

[incogneto]

I know that. Of course I know that, Raven.

[ceruleans]

But feelings aren't just -- going to go away.

[They both also know that.

She sighs, leaning her head back against the couch.]

Even if some things have changed.

[incogneto]

I know that.

[ And then, looking her in the eyes. ]

And you know that I still love you. I always will, Mystique.