[ intellectually, charles is aware that he's still standing right there in the middle of the room, that he's staring at junpei fiddling with the microwave, that there are words being spoken — but they sound like they're coming from very far away, and he blinks, because, right, he — he heard wrong, yeah?
surely he heard wrong.
surely that doesn't mean — ]
You, [ says charles, and then unfortunately also ends, because that's about all he can manage.
it takes him maybe a second (or a minute, or five, he's frankly not entirely sure anymore) to open his mouth again. ] So, you mean —
[ god. god. ]
What, [ charles says, with a kind of desperation, before adding, just for good measure, ] Fuck.
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surely he heard wrong.
surely that doesn't mean — ]
You, [ says charles, and then unfortunately also ends, because that's about all he can manage.
it takes him maybe a second (or a minute, or five, he's frankly not entirely sure anymore) to open his mouth again. ] So, you mean —
[ god. god. ]
What, [ charles says, with a kind of desperation, before adding, just for good measure, ] Fuck.