my wasted heart will love you

There’s peace in the early hours of the morning. It comes and goes in the smell of the dewy air, and reflects off of silently changing traffic lights. Charles has no idea where it is right now, because the only thing he feels as he looks at Erik’s prone figure in his passenger seat is overwhelming panic.

(It also feels a little bit like love, which leads to more panic, and panicking is one of Charles’ favorite pastimes. Coincidentally, Erik is the source of all of the panicking, and feelings, and emotions, and he’s praying to capital-G God because he’s driving his unconscious crush home at 4:30 in the morning.)