[There's something he's missing. Some subtext that isn't sliding into place that sits strangely in this otherwise friendly interaction like a puzzle piece pressed into a spot not quite it's match.
Charles doesn't like it. Everything in him is pressing towards this interaction going well, and the incongruency is something he's keenly aware of in the moment, especially as he can't cotton onto just what was causing it. It didn't seem to read as dangerous, or like the Cat meant him harm, but it still had some little quietly buried part of him pacing and tense all the same.
He found it incredibly easy though to smile regardless of that niggling uncertainty, bright and sunny like there was nothing wrong in the world except there was, there was, what was the world without especially as the Cat was taking his arm. The touch was... surprising, but not. The Cat would likely be able to see the quick play in his eyes as his mind searched, found that it seemed correct that he could be touched, at least by this particular person, small details being shaken free by experience. Like an extension of Charles' incessant need to look with his hands, as if his mind refused to conceive of a memory without him doing something related to it in some way.]
Thought it seemed familiar... first thing I remember is just laying there in front of the mirror. Think I... jumped through? [Even as he said it, the idea solidified out of the fog as something correct. A small scrap of information, but Charles was relieved to have it all the same. Some sign that this wasn't permanent.] Not a clue where I jumped from, but one thing at a time, yeah?
We had a team though? [Another thing that sounded correct, another thing that settled right in his mind as he leaned to bump shoulders with the Cat in that affectionate way of his, almost rambunctious but still gentle enough not to be overly jostling.] Sounds like we've got a proper agency going! What kinda case was it?
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Charles doesn't like it. Everything in him is pressing towards this interaction going well, and the incongruency is something he's keenly aware of in the moment, especially as he can't cotton onto just what was causing it. It didn't seem to read as dangerous, or like the Cat meant him harm, but it still had some little quietly buried part of him pacing and tense all the same.
He found it incredibly easy though to smile regardless of that niggling uncertainty, bright and sunny like there was nothing wrong in the world
except there was, there was, what was the world withoutespecially as the Cat was taking his arm. The touch was... surprising, but not. The Cat would likely be able to see the quick play in his eyes as his mind searched, found that it seemed correct that he could be touched, at least by this particular person, small details being shaken free by experience. Like an extension of Charles' incessant need to look with his hands, as if his mind refused to conceive of a memory without him doing something related to it in some way.]Thought it seemed familiar... first thing I remember is just laying there in front of the mirror. Think I... jumped through? [Even as he said it, the idea solidified out of the fog as something correct. A small scrap of information, but Charles was relieved to have it all the same. Some sign that this wasn't permanent.] Not a clue where I jumped from, but one thing at a time, yeah?
We had a team though? [Another thing that sounded correct, another thing that settled right in his mind as he leaned to bump shoulders with the Cat in that affectionate way of his, almost rambunctious but still gentle enough not to be overly jostling.] Sounds like we've got a proper agency going! What kinda case was it?