Date: 2011-09-12 06:19 am (UTC)
(He doesn't tell Erik that he finally moved the photo of the two of them off his bedside table, that one that Sean took when neither of them realised he was there. The one with Erik leaning back against one of the trees in the grounds and Charles with his head in his lap, reading as Erik's fingers carded through his hair. The one that Sean had given him, developed in Hank's lab and framed, slight flush on his cheeks as he'd handed it over, as though he'd been unsure of Charles's reaction, as though Charles could have done anything other than love it. The one that sat on his bedside table until Charles couldn't look at it any more, finally moving it to one of the drawers to hide among papers and books and a tub of Vaseline that hasn't been opened in weeks. Charles also doesn't tell him he put it back three days later.)

This part fucking killed me a little, but the whole thing is just so visceral and lovely. I loved the ambiguous ending as well. ♥
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