you and i are helpless, falling like the leaves

[magnetic]

Who: Erik and Charles
What: MAN TALK
Where: Brock Marsh, by the river
When: later in the day on which Erik was bombarded by everything ever
Notes: there will be a lot of feelings
Warnings: none at this time

Though he is by all accounts a hot mess of emotions when he finally tears himself away from the cohort network, Erik uses the trip across the river to regain a measure of self-possession, and so he is steady, at least, by the time he reaches the bridge to Griss Twist. Autumn lends itself well to his mood, he finds. He breathes it deeply, appreciative of the chill, tasting wisps of wood smoke and the clarity of the river.

Charles is easy to recognize even at a distance, and likewise so is he; as soon as one of them catches sight of the other they will meet. Erik is, as ever, tall and lean in his overcoat, his flat cap pulled low to his eyes. Hands in his pockets. Posture slightly bowed. He does not smile.

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[magnetic]

Well, aren't they a pair.

"I wish I did." He's going to investigate the surrounding fog as soon as the chance arises, but that's not worth bringing up right now. There's no point in arguing about the potential danger beforehand, which he's certain would happen, because he'll go regardless. He's already decided.

So: "Keep moving up, I suppose, as much as possible. Become necessary. You'll be off to a good start with the university," he says, with a nod at the end, speaking softly. Not every influential position lies within a society's government, after all.

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"I plan on it. I would like to start giving more public lectures if possible. Become a face that is familiar to more than just my students."

Of course if Erik has an answer for someone else he has probably given his own position plenty of thought. "And yourself?"