[ It's an accident, reaching for the same bag of processed granola on the table. The bond's probably instant. It feels like there's a dramatic pause first, anyway, that moment of realization where it's too late to take it back, then the influx of emotions — and this time, there's a lot of them.
And as heavy and overpowering as Charlie's grief and guilt is, it's very nearly matched by the sheer pit of nothing radiating from Seg. Not calm. Not control. Just a hole, sinking and unhappy and unsure, pulling like quicksand and strangely muffled by the weak shadow of denial and disassociation he's wearing over it. He's slower to snatch his hand back, and he looks briefly confused before looking up at Charlie's fake smile. ]
Don't be, mate. [ A little disoriented, still, like his mind's a few seconds behind. What do you say to that? ] Buy you a drink?
[ Is it a pity drink? Absolutely, and his voice doesn't hide it. ]
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And as heavy and overpowering as Charlie's grief and guilt is, it's very nearly matched by the sheer pit of nothing radiating from Seg. Not calm. Not control. Just a hole, sinking and unhappy and unsure, pulling like quicksand and strangely muffled by the weak shadow of denial and disassociation he's wearing over it. He's slower to snatch his hand back, and he looks briefly confused before looking up at Charlie's fake smile. ]
Don't be, mate. [ A little disoriented, still, like his mind's a few seconds behind. What do you say to that? ] Buy you a drink?
[ Is it a pity drink? Absolutely, and his voice doesn't hide it. ]