[ they aren't living together. there are fresh flowers on the kitchen table at least once a week and two peoples' worth of groceries in the fridge and a little electric coffee machine even though charles prefers tea all set up in the apartment he's been given to call his own, but it's not, officially, co-habitation.
howard has his own place, and his own things. they don't even really share closet space. all the going back and forth might give charles pause every now and then, but it's not as if anyone has to make any special trips. howard's neighborhood has some of their favorite cafes and restaurants, so if he ever needs anything it's a quick stop before they head back to charles's place.
sometimes he wonders whether it's fair that it's not a more even split, if they shouldn't be spending more time at howard's too. but bringing it up would mean bringing it up and charles is nothing if not good at suppressing his emotions on a day to day level. with howard it's not a case of suppressing anything so much as it is keeping smaller concerns to himself. they have an understanding. when two people already know a thing there doesn't seem to be much reason to drag it out into a big, unnecessary discussion.
charles doesn't really have a favorite time of day, but if pressed to admit it, he has a certain fondness for waking up and knowing there's someone else moving around in the apartment, hearing the shower running or smelling the coffee being made. he hasn't lived in such small quarters since college, and that feels like ages away from where he is now.
sometimes, like he's the telepath, howard will come back into the bedroom after charles has woken up and then they're in bed for at least another hour. sometimes charles actually makes it without being ambushed and they have breakfast together at the table while reading over current events. sometimes there's even a real live newspaper, since the two of them share a certain fondness for reading from tactile sources every now and then. it's a comfortable silence, the two of them occupied separately together. charles finishes off the rest of his toast without looking up. ]
i am SHOCKED
howard has his own place, and his own things. they don't even really share closet space. all the going back and forth might give charles pause every now and then, but it's not as if anyone has to make any special trips. howard's neighborhood has some of their favorite cafes and restaurants, so if he ever needs anything it's a quick stop before they head back to charles's place.
sometimes he wonders whether it's fair that it's not a more even split, if they shouldn't be spending more time at howard's too. but bringing it up would mean bringing it up and charles is nothing if not good at suppressing his emotions on a day to day level. with howard it's not a case of suppressing anything so much as it is keeping smaller concerns to himself. they have an understanding. when two people already know a thing there doesn't seem to be much reason to drag it out into a big, unnecessary discussion.
charles doesn't really have a favorite time of day, but if pressed to admit it, he has a certain fondness for waking up and knowing there's someone else moving around in the apartment, hearing the shower running or smelling the coffee being made. he hasn't lived in such small quarters since college, and that feels like ages away from where he is now.
sometimes, like he's the telepath, howard will come back into the bedroom after charles has woken up and then they're in bed for at least another hour. sometimes charles actually makes it without being ambushed and they have breakfast together at the table while reading over current events. sometimes there's even a real live newspaper, since the two of them share a certain fondness for reading from tactile sources every now and then. it's a comfortable silence, the two of them occupied separately together. charles finishes off the rest of his toast without looking up. ]
Looks like rain today. Pass the sugar, love?