[He was upset, okay. Now, he hardly notices it. Hardly notices David, at least at first. His eyes are eagle sharp on Charles, on his chest, watching its rise and fall for a long moment. Only then does he turn to David, letting out a slow, satisfied breath. He's alive again. He's alive.]
You cleaned him up. You didn't have to do that. [Thank you, he means.]
[Spam]
You cleaned him up. You didn't have to do that. [Thank you, he means.]