Charlie isn't too stunned to feel like he's distinctly on the back foot. The feeling comes in the form of a horrible little alarm bell, only countered by the fond teasing in John's voice. The King's vocal cords. John's voice. Yin and fucking Yang.
Arthur's voice breaks the spell, and his presumption is 100% on the money. It feels as natural a suggestion as if they'd agreed on it beforehand. What the hell else would even make sense?
"Oh yeah," he says, more than readily, "use this fuckin' robe for kindling while you're at it." Charlie starts uncurling himself from the blanket to begin with -- slowly, but relieved to find that his fingers are starting to halfway almost grip again. He might make a crack about taking clothes off, except the hat thing didn't stick in his memory.
"Got any kinda timeline on when I should stop shaking? Getting pretty sick and tired of it." It's just chatter, pushing off exhaustion and anxiety with light words. "Think the fire here might be broken."
Re: arrival
Arthur's voice breaks the spell, and his presumption is 100% on the money. It feels as natural a suggestion as if they'd agreed on it beforehand. What the hell else would even make sense?
"Oh yeah," he says, more than readily, "use this fuckin' robe for kindling while you're at it." Charlie starts uncurling himself from the blanket to begin with -- slowly, but relieved to find that his fingers are starting to halfway almost grip again. He might make a crack about taking clothes off, except the hat thing didn't stick in his memory.
"Got any kinda timeline on when I should stop shaking? Getting pretty sick and tired of it." It's just chatter, pushing off exhaustion and anxiety with light words. "Think the fire here might be broken."