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Charlie Matheson ([personal profile] outages) wrote2024-01-01 01:01 am

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[personal profile] bluesteal 2019-05-24 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
I know that—

[ He says it, but he doesn't know-know. Neal can make educated guesses, he can make assumptions, but he's barely had a chance to get to know Charlie in ways less biblical, and while it seems like he should believe her, it doesn't mean he won't have some say, or some stake. Still, he knows how this looks — how he looks — and Neal doesn't think he's doing himself any favors letting the emotions flow.

Taking in a deep breath, he finally nods and meets her eyes more squarely and purposefully.
]

I know you're strong. I can see that. But we're all in the weeds here, and the last thing anyone needs is someone to be so inconsiderate as to make their problems someone else's.

[ He feels like he's doing it right now. ]

I'm sorry.
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[personal profile] bluesteal 2019-05-27 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ While Neal doesn't necessarily agree — if anything, it happened at him, not to him — but he doesn't shy away from taking that hug. He's such a sucker for contact, for that feeling of being a human being connecting with another human being, and as he holds her to him, his arms close around her tightly. ]

You're a better person than I am, Charlie.

[ Of that, he seems certain. Neal doesn't think she'll agree, and he probably is being unfair with himself, but truthfully, he doesn't think he was quite ready for a shock like that when he'd hardly absorbed the seven shocks he'd taken beforehand. ]

It's hard to know what your life was life then, but if this is better... [ He doesn't want to dismiss that. It's important to her, it ought to be acknowledged. ] I'm glad I didn't ruin that for you here. It's easy to forget people have it rougher than this when I'm throwing myself a pity party.
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[personal profile] bluesteal 2019-05-27 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He looks down at her for a long moment, staring as if searching for something. It's there, he's sure, but hard to see even this close. Still, he nods and then pulls her back into a hug, not quite ready to let go. ]

You're right about that.

[ His whole body seems sigh, muscles loosening like his guard's physically falling around him. He can be incredibly selfish at times, and now doesn't feel all that different. Still, he can't bring himself to send her away, to be by himself, either, or think that she might be by herself, too. ]

Would you stay for dinner? It's supposed to be just me tonight. I've got plenty.