Now that Erik had mentioned it, Charles’ stomach began to growl, and he had to agree with his lover. Food sounded very nice right now. He begrudgingly pulled away from Erik and began to dress himself. “I’ll hold you to that last statement,” he said absently, grinning as he buttoned up his shirt.
Charles grabbed Erik’s hand as they made their way to the kitchen, intertwining their fingers. It was a small, simple gesture, but one that Charles held a high respect for. He had never held hands with anyone other than Raven, as he saw it as the signal for utmost trust and love. The fact that Charles allowed Erik to hold his hand, the fact that Charles initiated such an action, was a big ordeal in the telepath’s mind. He had never expressed this to Erik or Raven, however, as they might find the idea absolutely ridiculous; they already thought he was an old man. Charles had always been more fond of the smaller things in life, though. Surely the two of them had realized this by now.
Charles gave Erik a wide smile when he saw that the house was rather empty, as Erik had suggested. “What would you like to eat?” he asked as they entered the kitchen.