[ And with the physical contact, Steve can find out one of the reasons Charles is rarely touched.
His mind sizzles against Steve's. Half-uncontrolled emotion, like holding back a flood --
A raw tear, grief, the sight of his mother setting down a glass of alcohol. And then Charles darting forward once she's gone and gulping down the glass, ignoring the burn of scotch in his throat, muffling his coughing into a pillow. Drinking her drink so that she wouldn't have to. Stumbling outside as the stars wheel lazily overhead and curling under tree roots exposed by crumbling dirt.
When the men came to get him, she looked away and let him go.
Wish you'd died instead of him -- couldn't just let it be -- driving away Kurt Marko, and she knew, she knew that he wasn't normal, that somehow he had forced her new beau away.
Charles drags himself away from Steve, his breath coming fast, almost enough that he's hyperventilating. Puts his head between his knees and breathes, building a stone wall quick and fast around his thoughts. Block it out, block it out. ]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. [ It had been the affection, the honest desire to help Charles that triggered this. Triggered a memory of a time when he'd been far more desperate for affection of any, any kind. ]
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His mind sizzles against Steve's. Half-uncontrolled emotion, like holding back a flood --
A raw tear, grief, the sight of his mother setting down a glass of alcohol. And then Charles darting forward once she's gone and gulping down the glass, ignoring the burn of scotch in his throat, muffling his coughing into a pillow. Drinking her drink so that she wouldn't have to. Stumbling outside as the stars wheel lazily overhead and curling under tree roots exposed by crumbling dirt.
When the men came to get him, she looked away and let him go.
Wish you'd died instead of him -- couldn't just let it be -- driving away Kurt Marko, and she knew, she knew that he wasn't normal, that somehow he had forced her new beau away.
Charles drags himself away from Steve, his breath coming fast, almost enough that he's hyperventilating. Puts his head between his knees and breathes, building a stone wall quick and fast around his thoughts. Block it out, block it out. ]
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. [ It had been the affection, the honest desire to help Charles that triggered this. Triggered a memory of a time when he'd been far more desperate for affection of any, any kind. ]