[ Erik had been off in his own world; he always is when it comes to Charles dealing with the niceties of their travels. He walked in, stood to one side with a stoic, grouchy expression on his face and waited for Charles to sort out their rooms before they went out to scrounge something up to eat. It was as simple as that; there wasn't normally much thought to it and he was glad for it, considering how exhausting travel could be no matter how used to it he was.
He's jerked out of his thoughts when he hears the word husband and he looks down with wide eyes before he looks back at the woman behind the counter, the people around them, and then back down at Charles. He has to physically bite back his smile as he moves, reaching into the inside pocket of his leather jacket and pulling out his book, writing out numbers he's barely paying attention to before he reaches to grab Charles' bag.
If they were going to play a game he was going to play the part. ]
I'll take our bags upstairs, darling. [ This was almost fun. He was sure Charles was going to punish him for it later and he hums, heading down the hall. ] Get the key.
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He's jerked out of his thoughts when he hears the word husband and he looks down with wide eyes before he looks back at the woman behind the counter, the people around them, and then back down at Charles. He has to physically bite back his smile as he moves, reaching into the inside pocket of his leather jacket and pulling out his book, writing out numbers he's barely paying attention to before he reaches to grab Charles' bag.
If they were going to play a game he was going to play the part. ]
I'll take our bags upstairs, darling. [ This was almost fun. He was sure Charles was going to punish him for it later and he hums, heading down the hall. ] Get the key.