[ gently, charles lifts his hand and lets his fingers curl around and over junpei's fist, pulling it back down — a de-escalation handhold, as it were. he doesn't let go. ]
Thank you, [ he says again, stronger this time, fully meant. and because he didn't manage this before and should have, ] And sorry. You shouldn't have...
[ shouldn't have what? had to bother with it all? seen that? because — yeah, alright, charles can be honest with himself about this: he wouldn't have told junpei about his home life. he knows it just as certainly as he knows that he wouldn't have told edwin, either, if it hadn't been for the devlin house case, and isn't it ironic that both back home and here, he had absolutely no choice over inflicting his worst wounds on those he cares about the most?
he's suddenly aware that his hold on junpei's hand must be uncomfortably tight, and he lets out a breath, lets his fingers relax just a bit. ] You shouldn't have had to see that. You've got enough to deal with without my shit on top of it.
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Thank you, [ he says again, stronger this time, fully meant. and because he didn't manage this before and should have, ] And sorry. You shouldn't have...
[ shouldn't have what? had to bother with it all? seen that? because — yeah, alright, charles can be honest with himself about this: he wouldn't have told junpei about his home life. he knows it just as certainly as he knows that he wouldn't have told edwin, either, if it hadn't been for the devlin house case, and isn't it ironic that both back home and here, he had absolutely no choice over inflicting his worst wounds on those he cares about the most?
he's suddenly aware that his hold on junpei's hand must be uncomfortably tight, and he lets out a breath, lets his fingers relax just a bit. ] You shouldn't have had to see that. You've got enough to deal with without my shit on top of it.