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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Charles knows better than to greet his friend with cheer. He too keeps his hands in his pockets, but instead of hunching toward the ground, he looks up when he faces his friend. Charles' eyes meet Erik's gaze, deliberately making the effort to see what the hat attempts to hide.

"Shall we go for a walk?" Erik was here because he wanted to talk. It would happen when the time was right and Charles isn't going to push.