"Would you leave me alone?! Seriously! Go away!" Liesel had been sitting nursing her hand, back in her bedroom while being seated at the window. She had a view of Charles and Hank being back outside, whatever Charles was saying to Hank didn't seem to sit well. The younger male slouched his shoulders and looked rather defeated over something. She was rather happily watching them until she saw out of the corner of her eyes, her bedroom door swing open noiselessly. Looking towards the doorway she wasn't surprised really to see Erik standing there. She may not be surprised, but she was very annoyed. Hence why she just shouted at him.

Erik merely rolled his eyes and simply shut the door before walking over. There was enough room on the window seat for him to sit down too. Turning and looking at her, he frowned gently. "Really?"

"Yes! Go away! Why are you even here? The last twenty-four hours haven't been too brilliant, and I'd like to be on my own for a bit." Liesel said with a look shot his way before looking to the window.

"You don't mean that."

Liesel scoffed at this and looked to him sharply. "I do." She swung her legs over the seat and stood up. Walking to the door she went to open it, only she couldn't. Looking back to Erik, she frowned. "Really?! Really?!"

"We're going to have a little talk."

"No we're not, you're going to open this door and get out; or rather, seems you like my room so much, open the door and let me out and you can stay here."

"Okay, I'll talk and you can listen, or at least attempt to." Erik replied flatly just simply ignoring Liesel's angered expression which was also tinged with desperation and sadness. "I know that the last few hours have been rough for you, and trust me I'm rather aware what part I play in that. But you shutting yourself away, lashing out isn't going to help you in the long run, is it? No, and you know that as well. You can't stay being angry, and you can't stay shut away, this whole irritated façade you have is slipping and cracking with each passing moment. Just give it up, Liesel."

She shifted and moved around the room to avoid him when he stood up halfway through talking and approached her. "It isn't fair." She said bitterly while shooting him a look. "You can't just...you know full well whatever anger I felt or held against you has gone. No matter how much I hurt at the time, it's nothing a good little cry couldn't aid with."

"I made you cry."

"Well done." She said in a broken voice. He looked lost, truly, he did not honestly know he had hurt her that much. Never had he ever made her cry, that was reserved for scum like Shaw who seemed to succeed when they were younger. He never wanted to be in the same class as that man. Yet no, in this one instance he was. "Welcome to the world of the conflicted." Liesel's voice suddenly appeared by his side. He turned and looked down at her as she looked up at him sadly. "You know that somewhat muddled, tight feeling here." She reached up and tapped a finger to his chest. "It is guilt." Liesel smiled thinly. "It is also the realisation that 'damn, I am in the wrong'." She tapped her finger one last time before turning away and walking to the window. She simply looked out at the vast field which made up the lawn. Charles and Hank could no longer be seen. But that still didn't mean she couldn't find something distracting; she watched the clouds.

All was well and good, her distraction was working until there was a distraction from her distraction. In fact a pair of arms slowly, and tentatively wrapped themselves around her shoulders, and a sudden weight on top of her head appeared. By the way that the arms around her still felt tense, she couldn't help but smile. She was thankful that Erik could not see the moment of enjoyment she was getting from his moment of awkwardness. After all, comforting was not something he was particularly spectacular at. It wasn't something he dabbled in either. When comforting her in the past it was also done in an odd fashion, usually coupled with shortly spoken words.

"It is still not enough." She said quietly with a small shake of her head, no matter how comforting it felt, and how safe he made her feel just by the simplest of actions.

"What happened to all anger being gone?" Erik commented simply.

"Ah, well, there might be some still lingering." Liesel said, though her tone didn't sound particularly serious on the matter.

"What would make it go away?"

"Ah...I don't know if you'll want to hear it..."

"Liesel," Erik said shortly, he leaned away from her head as she shifted and looked over her shoulder at him.

"Hm," her eyes narrowed thoughtfully before shrugging. "I suppose there is nothing really to lose..."

"You dragging this out isn't really helping your case." He informed. If she just came out with whatever it was she was purposely avoiding saying, he'd probably agree. But now that she was doing this, he was growing rather impatient at her.

"Fine!" Liesel exclaimed lightly with a sigh. Smiling she looked from him, to the window, and then back again. "Kiss me again." She just simply came out with.

Erik double took. He was not expecting that. Truth be told, when he did it previously it was such a spur of the moment, yet... despite that, it felt...good, natural almost. The moment itself had been forgotten by everything that followed afterwards. Inclining his head, he simply kissed her on the forehead and got a glare for it. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Specifics," he commented in a low tone while he loosened his hold on her and allowed her to turn around. She simply wrapped her arms around him, with a shrug she tucked her head under his and shut her eyes. "Liesel?" She leaned away despite being suddenly comfortable and looked up at him with a questioning gaze, only for that look to dissipate as she yet again found her lips captured by his. 

She smiled into the kiss and tentatively reached up to thread her fingers through his hair, while he attempted to gently hold her closer. It was an action which caused her to fidget in discomfort from the ghostly touch of hands running and pressing against her back. Yet she wasn't going to pull away and stop this, and it seemed though he registered her moment; he too didn't wish to stop. Liesel could quite easily admit, though she was not too sure who to, but then admitting this all would be something else completely...but she could quite easily admit that she really, really did like and enjoy kissing him. It just felt like it should be, like such a thing should naturally happen, that she truthfully could not imagine kissing anyone else but him.

Pulling slowly and hesitantly away, he managed to glance out at the window, Erik simply looked away from the bright sunlit field, and looked down to the figure standing in his arms. As yet, neither he nor Liesel had moved too far away from each other. They still stayed in the same spot, only she had become quite comfortable with leaning her head against his chest, while one hand rested close by, the other rested against his back. He had taken to quite simply holding onto her. His arms rested around her, and held her gently against himself. It felt comfortable, and it was all but typical that this comfort had to come to an end thanks to a knock on the door. 

"Expecting visitors?" Erik leaned away from her head as she finally moved to look up at him. She looked puzzled for a moment before shaking her head slowly. With a bemused look of his own, he looked over his shoulder to the door. Though not expecting something horrid or dangerous to be on the other side, there was still a small level of scepticism to who or what would be on the other side. After all, so far, no one apart from himself and Charles had ventured to this room. Let alone stepped foot within in. Erik was rather sure it wasn't Charles, he was busy elsewhere still, not only that he was rather sure Charles would've knocked again by now; liking to make his waiting presence known.

On the visitor front of things; Liesel was rather lacking. Not that she seemed to really care. Not that he really expected anything else, to be honest. With a thoughtful hum, she pulled away from him slowly. Moving around him, she moved to the door. Casting a look over her shoulder, she smiled when the lock clicked. She was content and happy to know that now he was allowing the door to be opened. 

"Hank!" Liesel said happily when she opened the door a smidge. She peered out at him as he turned in the corridor and smiled awkwardly at her. "Whatever brings you here?" She asked truly confused. He seemed fit to stride off when she hadn't answered the door. But seeing as she now had, he seemed to struggle to remember why he was even here. Yet Liesel stood smiling gently up at him, patiently waiting. 

"Is Erik here?"

"Ah, what! No visitors for me? Yet for him?" Liesel whined and flung the door open. She turned on her heels and looked back to where Erik stood. He'd taken to leaning against the wall, looking out of the window. He had overheard the small exchange with an indifferent expression. Yet hearing his name he flicked his eyes to the two. "You're needed." 

Hank scratched the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, Charles said you'd be here...he's asking for you."

"Oh!" Liesel exclaimed somewhat sarcastically yet genuinely interested. It was hard to succeed in yet she did it anyhow. "It seems to be your turn to train. How did your session go?" Liesel said flippantly and then asked as she turned to Hank. He blinked slowly several times before shrugging awkwardly. "As good as you expected?" At this Hank nodded again, Liesel smiled and rolled her eyes. "You are selling this by the moment, Hank." She smiled and stepped to the side when Erik appeared by her side. "Say, are you free for the moment?"

"Why?" Hank answered truly confused as she filed out of the room too. Even Erik cast a curious look her way before looking forwards again. 

Liesel held up a hand and tried to peer underneath a bandage. "It itches. I fear either I am healing, or something has gone amiss and that the gauze is scratching against an injury of some sort." She explained while smiling at Hank, and lowering her arm by her side. Her words got a frown from Erik, but he otherwise stayed silent, and a thoughtful look from Hank.

"Let me just change, and I'll have a look." 

"Excellent! Thank you," Liesel bowed her head and watched Erik quickly divert into his room. Looking back at Hank, she let out a sigh. It seemed training in personal clothes was a no go. "See you later, good luck!" Liesel knocked on the door and turned away with a hand gestured to Hank. He merely smiled and led the way down the corridor, though he did dart into his room before reappearing in clean clothes and a rushed expression. Liesel pushed away from the wall and smiled again. "I doubt it is anything really." 

"Better to make sure though."

"It would make a first."

"Sorry?" Hank looked at her confused as they walked down the stairs and headed towards the large room he had adopted as his lab. 

"That I actually check up on something, health wise. Never been one for doing that. This seems to be a first." She admitted with a casual shrug. Hank seemed to be at an actual loss over this. He couldn't quite seem to figure out why someone wouldn't chase up on health problems, yet he had found it best, at times, to just avoid asking the questions on the forefront of his mind.

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"For a moment I thought you weren't going to come down. That or you told Hank where to go. Or you'd even got lost...which would've been interesting to say the least." Charles said while simply putting his hands behind his back. He tucked his arms underneath his long jacket, and simply watched Erik as he walked down the stairs to him.

"Something tells me you'd find amusement in all of those scenarios." Erik simply replied while placing his hands in the grey hoodie pockets. It seemed to be basic training gear. Nearly everyone seemed to have some in their rooms. He'd spied Alex and Sean looking the items of clothing over with a sceptical eye before shoving them back into the furniture they found them from.

"What?" Charles looked mock offended. "No I would not." 

Erik just looked at him simply with a raised eyebrow. He didn't believe him for a second. Charles sighed and pulled an arm from behind himself. With a wave of his hand he gestured to the rest of the stone stairs before them. Deciding not to reply, Erik merely walked down the stairs in silence. When Charles turned off to the side and walked along the small pebble covered path, he looked about before following suit. 

"Hand it over," Charles turned on his heels and waved a hand at him. Erik looked confused for a moment before the hand gestured to him got waved slowly. "The gun in your pocket," Charles furthered on. "No need to look at me like that. I saw it in your pocket as you were walking." Seemingly having a hand in his pocket did little to hide its existence from Charles. Erik slowly pulled his hand out, at least he was content knowing that Charles hadn't been invading personal mental space again. Turning the sleek black weapon in his hands, he held it out to Charles. He looked it over with a frown, and a disapproving eye. He clearly was not pleased to know that such a thing was in his house; let alone now in his hands.

"Souvenir from France. Or Argentina." Truthfully, Erik couldn't remember. He just remembered picking up a gun somewhere along his travels, and had kept it in his possession.

"I don't really care where you got it from." Charles looked up at him, still with that same look on his face. Erik shifted his weight from one foot to the other while crossing his arms. If this was how training went, it seemed rather pointless.

"Look, from what I gathered from the session with Hank, you're not exactly doing anything much. Aim the gun at me, pull the trigger, and I will stop the bullet."

"What? No." Charles seemed wholeheartedly appalled by Erik's simply spoken words.

"Oh come on," Erik smirked. "There is a small list of people who'd love to be in your position. A free shot, no one really ever gets one of these."

"That's not something to sound proud of." Charles couldn't help but comment with a small shake of his head. "Nor is it funny!" He exclaimed exasperated that Erik quietly laughed.

"It's a little funny. Out of everyone to get a free go, it's the one person who wants it the least. Come on, don't look so worried. It'll be fine." Erik smiled thinly, he patted him on the shoulder and then took a pace to the side to stand directly in front of him.

"You sure?" Charles asked seriously, yet still sceptically. How did this moment even come to happen? Training with Hank was so simple, and easy...and now he had this. How did this happen? It should've stood to reason that training with Erik would be harder, extreme perhaps was the word to use here. Nothing said extreme like holding a gun and aiming it dead centre at someone's head.

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Edited: 10/June/2019

Reedited: 17/August/2021