Lilo’s eyes widened briefly in surprise. He was laughing? She wasn’t in trouble? Maybe he’d gotten sick and hit his head in his absence. Whatever it was, Lilo certainly wasn’t going to complain. She grinned, “I didn’t cause any trouble in your absence… well okay. Not too much trouble.” Lilo paused to look left and right without moving her head. His definition of trouble and hers were quite different. “At least the safe house is still standing and in one piece, mostly.” 

Erik had to snort, looking her over for a moment, raising a critical eyebrow even before just reaching up to rub at his head, where a likely headache was going to form despite his best efforts. “Well. At least it’s in one piece. Somehow. Why don’t you just tell me what happened? I.. really just want to get inside and get some tea.” It’d been a hell of a long journey, and whether he admitted it or not – always not – this was his home, and it was good to be back.

“Hiya!” Lilo grinned as she picked herself up off the ground and offered a hand to him. He’d probably be unhappy that that was how she’d decided to say welcome back but she didn’t care. She was too happy to see he wasn’t dead. 

It’s all Erik can do to get his breath back, and he looked up at her, trying to breathe a little more properly until he heaved out half a laugh, groaning to himself. “Good to see you too.” He was bruised, battered, a bit more than sore, but he was alive and here and maybe he was extremely happy to see her, too. He even took her hand, standing up before offering a slightly bruised smile.

*MUSE AND MUN TACKLES* 

-sprawls on face and lays here- omg hi to you too haha

Oliver just rolled his eyes at that, and shut his eyes when he felt Erik’s fingers running along his spine, humming softly in contentment. “You should know better than that by now,” he replied, deliberately shifting his hand to press the slim band of metal against Erik’s skin.

The metal brought a warm feeling, one that bloomed through Erik as he smiled, leaning to press kisses along Oliver’s jaw. “Oh, I do. I promise I do,” he finally murmured, just enough as he relaxed and drew the other man closer to himself. “Mmm feeling up to having a romantic dinner with me, Liebling?”

“Little birdie has to check it’s sources,” Oliver said with a giggle, stifling the sound against Erik’s lips. On Erik’s back, one hand moved to slip beneath his shirt, Oliver’s palm pressing warm against the curve of Erik’s spine. Oliver could feel Erik’s nerve-map like this, could practically see it behind his eyelids. It was comfort to him, more than anything. He’d missed it.

"Aw see now that makes me think you don’t love me,” Erik teased, laughing softly before closing his eyes as he felt the press of warmth against his spine, under his shirt. The touch is comforting, enough that the metallokinetic leaned his head forward a little more and ran his fingers up Oliver’s body, pausing a moment. “Regardless of the birdie, I love you,” he murmured after a moment, his voice soft.