Anger is Cool; Come to the Dark Side.

[prefers_magneto]

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When Storm arrived, she would find Erik sitting at one of the outdoor tables, his back to the wall so he had a view of the street. A sunny afternoon made the sunglasses and fedora not seem suspicious to the average passerby, but he did also have the good sense not to advertise his face in public.

He looked up when she approached, gestured to the chair across from him, giving it just enough of a nudge with his power to push it out for her slightly.

"I was certain you'd change your mind."

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[nimbi]

"Is that what you want?"

If he had found some measure of peace, she didn't want to risk shattering it. For his sake, but also for those who might come to harm in the wake of his anguish.

[prefers_magneto]

"I want what I've always wanted, but our ways of approaching that are compatible now. And I would like it if we could... see each other more often," he told her. "Unless you don't want to. I would understand."

[nimbi]

"I think I do want to."

She won't lie to him and try to hide her slight hesitation. If he is serious about understanding her position, he can take it.

"I've missed you."

[prefers_magneto]

He smiled faintly. "You have?" He hadn't dared to hope. He hesitated himself a moment, then went for it. "I'm going to be in New York for a few days. Perhaps I can see you... more than just this once."