[Thanks, he is owed this significant look, yes— He hums, acknowledging; Jinx being there for Charles means a lot to him, so - yeah, he'll remember to say something, at least. He can just ask her if she likes fruits directly, thank-you gift baskets don't have to be a surprise—
But, right, holding Charles' hand and fretting over his literal arrow wound, he's focused on that. He makes a face at "the second the iron was out," because just the look of the wound that he can see through that hole in the shirt is rough already, and the mental image is... ugh. Unsettling.]
Okay. Yeah, sounds good. I'm not going anywhere, so...
[He shrugs; Charles is literally lying in his lap, so obviously he's not going anywhere, but now that a few hours are on the table it feels like it's good to confirm. The next impasse, of course, is how badly he wants to talk to Charles to make up for the past few days, and on another level, to slide right down there and hold him close, but the healing process-!!]
Do you need to, I dunno... pretend to sleep? I don't want to mess it up by running my mouth, or anything.
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But, right, holding Charles' hand and fretting over his literal arrow wound, he's focused on that. He makes a face at "the second the iron was out," because just the look of the wound that he can see through that hole in the shirt is rough already, and the mental image is... ugh. Unsettling.]
Okay. Yeah, sounds good. I'm not going anywhere, so...
[He shrugs; Charles is literally lying in his lap, so obviously he's not going anywhere, but now that a few hours are on the table it feels like it's good to confirm. The next impasse, of course, is how badly he wants to talk to Charles to make up for the past few days, and on another level, to slide right down there and hold him close, but the healing process-!!]
Do you need to, I dunno... pretend to sleep? I don't want to mess it up by running my mouth, or anything.