[Their collective way with words ususally clashes, ends in yelling and anger. Erik recognizes it, and is satisfied with the quiet. He chuckles, letting his arm settle on the pew behind Alex after squeezing his shoulder.
For a moment, a long moment, he just sits there, achingly...content. He wonders if it could have been this way all along, if not for Shaw, if not for what happened in Cuba. They are difficult questions, and he will never have those answers.
Eventually, he rises, because though Alex isn't alone, he has a right to his privacy.]
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For a moment, a long moment, he just sits there, achingly...content. He wonders if it could have been this way all along, if not for Shaw, if not for what happened in Cuba. They are difficult questions, and he will never have those answers.
Eventually, he rises, because though Alex isn't alone, he has a right to his privacy.]