february 8 ; for mystique

It was only about an hour after leaving the hub that Erik made up his mind and knocked on Mystique's door. He'd thought about it for a little while, but in the end he thought she might want to know about Forge, might not want to be surprised by his arrival. He would want the same in her position, he knew. He could only imagine rounding a corner here and being confronted by Hank or Alex unawares.

He heard her muffled reply and the door hushed open. Mystique was stretched out on her couch; Erik made a show of glancing around the room and raised an eyebrow. "Good of you to let your valet off for the evening," he said dryly. "It's so troublesome trying to talk when the help are listening in."