Darcy/Magneto 4
Darcy felt the bracelet around her wrist shift. After just a second, it happened again. She fought the urge to look up and look for Erik. He was there somewhere, that much was obvious, but…
No. Now wasn’t a good time.
Charles picked up on her distraction easily. His hand came out and closed over her forearm gently, like he was just making sure he had her attention. “He’s here, isn’t he?”
She nodded as she looked down to where he was sitting in his wheelchair. She hated this, the going back and forth between them. She’d told Erik so last night, and he’d told her to just go. Although, judging by his presence somewhere nearby in the crowded mall, he might be regretting it, at least a little.
“I know this is very difficult for you,” Charles told her, his blue eyes full of a knowing sympathy.
She sighed. “Get out of my head, Charles.” She stopped for a second, her eyes narrowing as a particular memory came to mind. “The first time we met in my time, I said that to you and you sort of laughed. Guess I know why.”
“He loves you, you know. It’s killing him that you’re with me right now.” He spoke as though it was a certainty, even though Erik was no doubt wearing the helmet that would keep Charles out of his thoughts.
Her eyes came back to his, wide with surprise. “Do what now?” The slightly sad smile on his face reinforced what he’d just said. “Yeah.” Darcy shrugged and shook her head. “He loves you too. Now we’re both… here.”
His grip shifted from her forearm to her hand, and he pulled it close to kiss her palm. “It’s too late for me, Darcy. I don’t believe it is for you.”