[It is! I love it so much. And honestly, that should be how it is for the whole of the US. My old company would give us three sick days a year. THREE. That was it. Charles is just in deep in his own sadface.]
"It isn't that simple!" Charles said with far more of a snap than he truly meant to. He looked hard towards Aurus, his eyes narrowed, the set of his mouth tight. "You make it sound like merely an inconvience, something to be dismissed in order to achieve something else. What I am and am not forever barred from isn't the point, but you have no idea of what it is, what it feels like-"
His voice clipped off as he turned his head away again, a hand coming up to run through his hair in a gesture that attempted to settle his nerves while it pushed aside strands of hair out of place. There was that feeling of anger that came with Aurus even suggesting such a thing when he had no idea what it was to live like this. To have lost something so personal, sometimes that it felt like the loss of half of his own body. Still there and yet infinitely far away.
He guided his chair back, turning it and rolling to the nearby window, eyes focusing on the lush greenery outside while his hand came up, covering his mouth. Becoming cross like that with someone he barely knew was not his way. ...At least not for some time, now. He could remember snapping so easily at Hank for a while.
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"It isn't that simple!" Charles said with far more of a snap than he truly meant to. He looked hard towards Aurus, his eyes narrowed, the set of his mouth tight. "You make it sound like merely an inconvience, something to be dismissed in order to achieve something else. What I am and am not forever barred from isn't the point, but you have no idea of what it is, what it feels like-"
His voice clipped off as he turned his head away again, a hand coming up to run through his hair in a gesture that attempted to settle his nerves while it pushed aside strands of hair out of place. There was that feeling of anger that came with Aurus even suggesting such a thing when he had no idea what it was to live like this. To have lost something so personal, sometimes that it felt like the loss of half of his own body. Still there and yet infinitely far away.
He guided his chair back, turning it and rolling to the nearby window, eyes focusing on the lush greenery outside while his hand came up, covering his mouth. Becoming cross like that with someone he barely knew was not his way. ...At least not for some time, now. He could remember snapping so easily at Hank for a while.