No, that's fine. [His mouth twists just a little, a wry hint.] I asked you to take care of him, not me. [A nod of thanks, one more glance at Charles, and he turns to head for the washroom. He changes quickly, dropping his bloody clothes in the waste basket when he's done. He shrugs the jacket on, too, though he can't decide if the chill he feels is psychosomatic or not.
He returns after he's splashed water on his face and fixed his hair as best he can. He looks better, though he didn't look particularly bad when he arrived.]
Why did you stay?
[The question is out almost before he thinks it, but he doesn't try to take it back despite the lack of lead up. He stands behind the chair he'd claimed as his own, hands on its back as he looks from Charles to his metallic twin.]
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He returns after he's splashed water on his face and fixed his hair as best he can. He looks better, though he didn't look particularly bad when he arrived.]
Why did you stay?
[The question is out almost before he thinks it, but he doesn't try to take it back despite the lack of lead up. He stands behind the chair he'd claimed as his own, hands on its back as he looks from Charles to his metallic twin.]