[ the weak laughter does nothing to alleviate the look of concern on charles' face — but he is also familiar with the art of trying to assure others you are doing just fine... and so instead of saying anything, he digs into his coat pocket and produces a folded handkerchief. ]

Here, [ he says with compassion in his eyes and the corners of his mouth tilted slightly downwards in concern. ]

Don't worry about it. Wasn't your fault. It's these bloody things, [ he nods his head towards the mirrors. ] And don't worry about all that either. I mean, if you wanna talk about it, sure, but whatever that was, well. None of my business, is it?

[ finally, he offers vash a small smile — he's not going to pry, because he gets it. if his worst memories were thrown up for show like that, he would want people to be considerate about it, no matter how curious they were. maybe one day, he can ask about the falling stars, ask about who this nai is... but not now. not with this guy laughing quite literally through his pain. ]