[ through the streets, the entire time they walk, charles never once turns to look back. instead, he follows along, not even seeming to notice that he phases clean through a few people, as if forgetting they can see him, here, that he should be swerving round them.
at the sight of the bench, charles blinks. sit... down. right. yeah, he can do that. still on autopilot and entirely silent, he does as told, finally letting go of junpei's hand as he just walks over to the bench, sinks down on it, barely remembering to not fall right through it, and then just — ]
Fuck.
[ he drops his head to his shaking hands, tries to remember the breathing exercises he always makes edwin do when he's freaking out. he should — he should be saying a lot of things, sorry and thank you the first two of them... and yet, what he actually says, when his vocal cords finally decide to obey him, is, ] You're not hurt, are you?
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at the sight of the bench, charles blinks. sit... down. right. yeah, he can do that. still on autopilot and entirely silent, he does as told, finally letting go of junpei's hand as he just walks over to the bench, sinks down on it, barely remembering to not fall right through it, and then just — ]
Fuck.
[ he drops his head to his shaking hands, tries to remember the breathing exercises he always makes edwin do when he's freaking out. he should — he should be saying a lot of things, sorry and thank you the first two of them... and yet, what he actually says, when his vocal cords finally decide to obey him, is, ] You're not hurt, are you?