Jesus. [ charles grimaces and shakes his head. ] Yeah, all right, I tried my best. But you lost me at "that other history still happened". Just — think I got the gist of it, anyways.
[ there's a faint undercurrent of something almost apologetic in his tone, almost like he wants to say sorry for not getting it. instead, though, he blinks and looks around, and — well, this part he has no difficulty getting. because if junpei wasn't there, well, then he can't do it very well, can he?
which means he's doing his damned best to set up something that's not good.
charles, his chest feeling at once like something is stabbing him and yet stupidly light, suddenly feels an overwhelming urge to give his friend another hug. he grips the edge of the desk he's leaning against to stay rooted in place, though, and instead says, sounding just a bit choked, ] You — you're bloody brills, you know that, yeah? All this — you're setting it up to fail.
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[ there's a faint undercurrent of something almost apologetic in his tone, almost like he wants to say sorry for not getting it. instead, though, he blinks and looks around, and — well, this part he has no difficulty getting. because if junpei wasn't there, well, then he can't do it very well, can he?
which means he's doing his damned best to set up something that's not good.
charles, his chest feeling at once like something is stabbing him and yet stupidly light, suddenly feels an overwhelming urge to give his friend another hug. he grips the edge of the desk he's leaning against to stay rooted in place, though, and instead says, sounding just a bit choked, ] You — you're bloody brills, you know that, yeah? All this — you're setting it up to fail.