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[notsogroovy]

There were days when Raven didn't like working in the restaurant for long hours. She enjoyed seeing all the people and occasionally talking to the regulars, but it was when she got to the end of the night that she started having problems. Most days were all right, but then there were the days when it was like she was asleep standing up. Those were the awkward nights when she had to watch herself very carefully for fear that she would be just tired enough to slip.

Tonight was one of those nights and, once her shift was over, she amused herself by talking to Tom, one of her fellow waiters. It kept her awake and thinking and it didn't hurt that he was cute. She'd just talk and flirt with him for the few minutes it would take for Charles to show up and if she slipped him her number, then it wasn't like Charles would ever really know. Unless he happened to pick up.

"Maybe I'd better get yours instead," she told him. The last thing she wanted to do was have Charles looking over her shoulder as she tried to date. She loved him to death, but she could only pine for so long. She reached out to take his number and yanked her hand back when she noticed that the skin underneath her fingernails was blue. She tried to fight the panic. That would only make it worse. She managed to mutter some kind of excuse, but all Tom gave her was a confused and unhappy look. She cursed herself and looked around for Charles, hoping he'd come in the time she'd taken to make an idiot of herself.

"Please be here, please be here."

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[notsogroovy]

"Don't you understand?" she whispers. "I want you to be seflish. Tom wasn't what I was looking for as my happily ever after. He was what I was looking for as second best. The runner up to something I could never have." She thinks she understands what is about to happen. He'll have his time and then, somehow, he'll find a way to talk himself out of having what he wants. Or maybe it isn't even something he wants. Maybe it's just something she's talking him into at least trying. In one situation, it'll be his fault and in the other hers, but either result ends up the same.

Her own eyes are equally sad when she looks at him. "Then let me go for my walk. I'll be safe. You know that despite all of your worrying, I can protect myself if I have to. I can blend in anywhere I go. You need your time to think and I need mine. I'll be back in an hour or two, you have my word. I just need time." She needs time to come to terms with what is about to happen.

After all, if he wants this as much as she does, or at all, wouldn't he have kissed her by now?

"Just say 'yes, dear' and open your arms and by the time I've come back, you'll have had your think and then we can have that talk that you wanted back home." More likely, he'll try to let her down easily and she'll go up to her bedroom and slam the door behind her before he can get very far into her speech. He says he doesn't want to let her go and she believes him, but she's not convinced that it's for the reasons he's implying.

[bringyoupeace]

The idea of allowing Raven to wandering the streets alone with the night falling quickly down around them makes him fret over her safety. But the truth is that he knows that she can take care of herself should the need arise, and a part of him hates that, because it's one less thing that she perhaps feels the need to depend upon him for.

So he nods, the hesitancy of it giving away how unsure he is to let her go at least for this, but he doubts that there's anything he can say or do right now that would keep her from going.

"This is obviously something that you have put much thought into," he says with an edge of understanding, "And I very much doubt that I can prevent you from going. But promise me that you'll be careful?" He doesn't just mean for her safety as he would anyone else, though, and it's obviously playing on his mind, the constant reminder that she isn't like every other girl, that life is harder for her because of her mutation. "Please, love, I realise that you're upset, but promise that you sharen't be off doing anything that might draw attention to yourself."

[notsogroovy]

"I'll be fine, Charles," Raven promised as she began stepping away. She wasn't planning on going to the wrong side of town. She wasn't even planning on seeing anybody. She meant what she'd said. She needed a walk. The farther away she got, though, the more her chest hurt. It was like some kind of tether between the two of them was being pulled to the snapping point. She kept looking back at him until she was forced to turn out of sight and, when she did, she pressed her back against the wall and let out a shaky breath.

She couldn't believe what she'd just done. She'd told Charles about her feelings. She'd told him that she was in love with him and he'd...what had he done? She stlil wasn't sure whether he was postponing the inevitable or really meant that he was interested. She rubbed at her chest to try to ease the ache and began walking again. No. Surely he was just trying to keep her safe.

She was out like that for two or three hours. Each time she began heading back to her flat with Charles, doubt and panic crept in and she headed in the other direction. She wasn't sure she was ready for a confrontation with him. Once had been enough for one night and even then, nothing had really been resolved. She didn't feel any better. If anything, she felt a little worse for wear. And now he knew and even if she'd wanted to, things would never be the same again.

Finally, she decided to just go inside. He was probably well asleep and she couldn't stop herself from yawning every other minute. She needed some sleep, too. And in the morning...in the morning maybe she could pretend this had just been a bad dream.

She slipped her key into the lock and turned the door handle quietly. If he was asleep, she wasn't going to wake him up for anything.

[bringyoupeace]

Charles spent the remainder of the walk home with his hands buried deep into the pockets of his trousers and his head hanging low. He felt several things, most of which he tried not to focus too much on, but the shame and guilt weren't as easy to ebb out.

Once he entered their flat, Charles had skipped dinner and made himself a hot chocolate after peeling away the rain-soaked layers and climbing into some warm pyjamas. It helped, a little, but as he warmed up his brain worked faster through the events, thinking seriously and in depth about what is the best thing to do and what is the right thing.

Eventually, Charles couldn't stand it any more, pacing around the flat and wondering whether or not Raven was okay, switching back and forth between concern and sifting through pros and cons, and still he came to no real conclusion. So he crawled into bed where he tossed and turned restlessly until he finally wore himself out and fell into a fitful slumber.