Sometimes he hates that Charlie can sense his moods. Nobody else can, and he's gotten used to being so damn good at hiding everything that it startles him when Charlie seemingly reads his mind.
He'd ask if Charlie'll be okay, or tell him to feel better, but that all sounds vaguely insulting somehow. Charlie can feel however he needs to feel -- no amount of cajoling or attempts at calming him are going to change that. So he just settles for a tiny, almost imperceptible smile, and a repeat of what he'd said before: "It'll be fine."
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Sometimes he hates that Charlie can sense his moods. Nobody else can, and he's gotten used to being so damn good at hiding everything that it startles him when Charlie seemingly reads his mind.
He'd ask if Charlie'll be okay, or tell him to feel better, but that all sounds vaguely insulting somehow. Charlie can feel however he needs to feel -- no amount of cajoling or attempts at calming him are going to change that. So he just settles for a tiny, almost imperceptible smile, and a repeat of what he'd said before: "It'll be fine."