Raindrop (ivebeenalabrat for Erik, obviously. I'm too lazy to switch at work :D)
It had been a long time since Erik had seen his father figure and, admittedly, he'd begun to grow worried. He couldn't help it, the closest thing he had to a biological relative had up and disappeared into the ether without so much as a 'don't worry if I drop off the face of the earth'. Erik was patient, and trusting, though and he assumed that eventually he'd turn up one way or another. He prayed it'd be alive but one could never really tell with Magnus, especially given how people reacted to his presence.
Six months since his last contact there was a knock at the door, during one of the worst storms New York had seen in a very long time. Erik opened the door expecting some wayward child who needed the sanctuary of the mansion but instead was met with an all too familiar face.
"Magnus?!" he cried quickly ushering the man in. "What happened? Are you hurt? Never mind. Come with me, I'll grab you some towels and some of my clothes to wear while yours dry. You'll catch cold in those things. You might want to hurry, the students will be flooding the halls again soon. I'd hate to see you get caught."
He was alive, thank God, but what the hell happened?