[Charles can't say that he has any idea what it means in a figurative sense, but the words are true enough.]
The Finnish might've been onto something with that one, yeah?
[He tenses a bit against the contact, still utterly unused to the sensation of weight and touch, though he tries to keep any discomfort off of his face. The bloke may be strange, but he seems to mean well enough, even if the back of Charles' mind is still on alert from how freely he's been speaking. Maybe that's what he needed to be doing all this time, though. Maybe his friends were right, and speaking painful words makes them hurt a little less.
(Sounds fake, but okay.)
Either way, the promise of real, solid food is growing increasingly exhilarating, and while he ducks quietly out of Zane's hold, he follows him over to where the pot is simmering, smelling (smelling!) so familiar and so new.
For the first time in thirty-four years, soup's up.]
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The Finnish might've been onto something with that one, yeah?
[He tenses a bit against the contact, still utterly unused to the sensation of weight and touch, though he tries to keep any discomfort off of his face. The bloke may be strange, but he seems to mean well enough, even if the back of Charles' mind is still on alert from how freely he's been speaking. Maybe that's what he needed to be doing all this time, though. Maybe his friends were right, and speaking painful words makes them hurt a little less.
(Sounds fake, but okay.)
Either way, the promise of real, solid food is growing increasingly exhilarating, and while he ducks quietly out of Zane's hold, he follows him over to where the pot is simmering, smelling (smelling!) so familiar and so new.
For the first time in thirty-four years, soup's up.]