[ God, is this what helping feels like? Is this why the two of them do it? Does the delight and relief of assisting in someone finding what they're looking for always feel like this?.. Well, no, is the answer. The Cat played a pretty integral part in 'helping' Edwin realise exactly who he was attracted to with that little transformation stunt, after all, and that didn't feel good at all. The opposite, actually. But he's not thinking about Edwin, now, is he?
He smiles back, trying not to look at Charles' mouth and failing. Something about how easily the expression fits on his face and how good it feels to see it directed at him when he's only really ever seen Charles scowling at him has an addictive quality to it, one he would normally warn himself off of, but... It's been a while since the boys left, and without a witch to pester him, it's been surprisingly lonely around here. More so than usual. He can have this, just for now, can't he? He's already forcing himself to not think of Edwin, what's one more ghost to add to the mix? ]
That's it. A little Port Townsend souvenir that sounds like the sea when you shake it. [ Fuck, it's hard not to call him a good boy. ] Good boy. [ Welp, never mind. It's out of his mouth before he can stop it, said in that low-pitched voice he uses when it's not clear if he's flirting, teasing, or being genuine. Or all three. It's anyone's guess which is his intention now. ]
So you can remember things yourself, given a little prompting. Maybe we should play some word association, see what's stuck in there, underneath all the fog. [ He gestures with his head for them to carry on walking, down toward the beachfront, where the houses get a little more sparse and the sea air a little more brisk. ]
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He smiles back, trying not to look at Charles' mouth and failing. Something about how easily the expression fits on his face and how good it feels to see it directed at him when he's only really ever seen Charles scowling at him has an addictive quality to it, one he would normally warn himself off of, but... It's been a while since the boys left, and without a witch to pester him, it's been surprisingly lonely around here. More so than usual. He can have this, just for now, can't he? He's already forcing himself to not think of Edwin, what's one more ghost to add to the mix? ]
That's it. A little Port Townsend souvenir that sounds like the sea when you shake it. [ Fuck, it's hard not to call him a good boy. ] Good boy. [ Welp, never mind. It's out of his mouth before he can stop it, said in that low-pitched voice he uses when it's not clear if he's flirting, teasing, or being genuine. Or all three. It's anyone's guess which is his intention now. ]
So you can remember things yourself, given a little prompting. Maybe we should play some word association, see what's stuck in there, underneath all the fog. [ He gestures with his head for them to carry on walking, down toward the beachfront, where the houses get a little more sparse and the sea air a little more brisk. ]