they-call-me-professor-x asked: *nudges mind*

justastarkgenius:

they-call-me-professor-x:

justastarkgenius:

What?

…*Doesn’t want to. He needs to be monitored and Charles would.. except his heart hurts a little, now.. * Alright.. *Stay safe* .. *pulls out*

-Fucking finally he’s alone in his own head again and Jesus Christ he hates his life just a little bit. The walk home’s quick and boring and he hates it even more with every stupid fucking step because one of them says ‘jump’ and he asks ‘how high’ every goddamn time. When he gets home, he crawls into his bed fully clothed, and has already decided to say ‘fuck it’ to the next day.-

*Charles has just about drifted off, but what’s left of his consciousness prickles at the new (but not) arrival. Relieved, but also worried. He doesn’t need to step inside to feel the wall of.. anger? Is that anger? Charles’ eyes open, then close. He wants to reach out, afraid he’ll make it worse…he needs someone* .. *careful sigh* .. Erik’s up with Olivia. Do you .. want to cuddle?

they-call-me-professor-x asked: *nudges mind*

justastarkgenius:

they-call-me-professor-x:

justastarkgenius:

What?

—! *Hurt* …fine. Sorry

Just go to bed. I’m heading back now. -Not that it matters, since he doesn’t even sleep in the same fucking room because ‘have sex’ is still on the list of things he’s not going to be allowed to do before he dies-

…*Doesn’t want to. He needs to be monitored and Charles would.. except his heart hurts a little, now.. * Alright.. *Stay safe* .. *pulls out*

tagged → #TONYYYY #WHHHHHY
they-call-me-professor-x asked: *nudges mind*

justastarkgenius:

they-call-me-professor-x:

justastarkgenius:

What?

Thank you. Don’t be long. *Or get lost. Or hurt. Or drunk, please don’t get drunk*

-adds ‘drinking’ to the list of things he can’t do with Charles and Erik, right under ‘getting married’ and ‘having children’ and why is he doing this again?- I’ll take as long as I damn well please.

—! *Hurt* …fine. Sorry

tagged → #;-;
they-call-me-professor-x asked: *nudges mind*

justastarkgenius:

they-call-me-professor-x:

justastarkgenius:

What?

I want you home because I’m worried. I’m allowed to worry over someone I love.

And tonight I want to drink. You want me home? -what else is new, really?- Fine. I’ll start walking.

Thank you. Don’t be long. *Or get lost. Or hurt. Or drunk, please don’t get drunk*

they-call-me-professor-x asked: *nudges mind*

justastarkgenius:

they-call-me-professor-x:

justastarkgenius:

What?

Well I— I don’t know. It’s always something different with you. Either way, I want you home.

Wow, that was almost offensive. Again, grown man. Not a boy, not your son, not your employee. Grown man.

I want you home because I’m worried. I’m allowed to worry over someone I love.

they-call-me-professor-x asked: *nudges mind*

justastarkgenius:

they-call-me-professor-x:

justastarkgenius:

What?

I know that. As you won’t tell me what it is, I’m inclined to believe the worst. *And will not, as such, leave you alone*

Oh yeah? And what would the worst be? Enlighten me.

Well I— I don’t know. It’s always something different with you. Either way, I want you home.

they-call-me-professor-x asked: *nudges mind*

justastarkgenius:

they-call-me-professor-x:

justastarkgenius:

What?

Men don’t drink alone without a reason.

And? I have a reason.

I know that. As you won’t tell me what it is, I’m inclined to believe the worst. *And will not, as such, leave you alone*

they-call-me-professor-x asked: *nudges mind*

justastarkgenius:

they-call-me-professor-x:

justastarkgenius:

What?

I’m not going to leave you to drink. *If you feel me projecting, come HOME*

I’m a grown man, Charles. I can drink if I want to drink.

Men don’t drink alone without a reason.

they-call-me-professor-x asked: *nudges mind*

justastarkgenius:

they-call-me-professor-x:

justastarkgenius:

What?

*HOW CAN HE NOT WORRY? Erik, Charles, get ErikWHEREISERIK* Where are you, then?

-rolls his eyes- Down the street. Stop projecting. I can feel it from here. I’m not even mildly buzzed. Knock it off and go to sleep.

I’m not going to leave you to drink. *If you feel me projecting, come HOME*

they-call-me-professor-x asked: *nudges mind*

justastarkgenius:

they-call-me-professor-x:

justastarkgenius:

justastarkgenius:

What?

Down the street. Call it a celebration.

are you drunk..?

Nope. -not yet, anyway- Don’t worry about it.

*HOW CAN HE NOT WORRY? Erik, Charles, get ErikWHEREISERIK* Where are you, then?