[ Charles is in the middle of fulfilling his share of the laundry load when he hears Erik's voice ringing in his ears, clear and dry and so strong that it makes Charles smile, makes him forget the troubles that have plagued their friendship in and out of the past weeks. It's so familiar that his chest aches a little, mental voice voice answering back warmly. ]
The good stuff is in the cupboard next to the bookshelf, remember? It's understandable, you were a little busy at the time. [ Flashes of the couch and two familiar bodies piled onto it, clearly enjoying each other's company. ]
[ He can feel just the vaguest hint of a flush creeping up the back of his neck as he pushes off the desk, crosses the room to the bookshelf, inner voice just a little more amused now. ] I'm drinking it, terribly sorry.
[ Cocking his head as he stuffs the last chunk of the load in and the stirring in detergent, his voice is a touch concerned. ] That doesn't sound good. What's the occasion love?
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The good stuff is in the cupboard next to the bookshelf, remember? It's understandable, you were a little busy at the time. [ Flashes of the couch and two familiar bodies piled onto it, clearly enjoying each other's company. ]
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