Something about the reasonable reaction pisses Charlie right off.
Maybe he couldn't logically defend this feeling, because maybe it's seeded in and nurtured by the shit that just happened that they're not talking about (that he's also not talking about) and what it made him think, and the fact that even though he got the last hit in he still effectively lost, and the low but constant irritable tension that he supposes is just his default when he isn't smoking.
Maybe he would've wanted to know but he didn't know to ask. Maybe he would've known to ask if he wasn't not thinking about things at a professional level. Maybe he's pissed off anyway. Fuck you.
"What did I wanna know," he echoes, like he's considering it. "What-what-what. I guess askin' to see holiday snaps is out. You lose your finger there, huh?"
It's his own fault, too, for not asking. For keeping busy and not wanting answers that could be difficult.
Re: what lies beneath
Maybe he couldn't logically defend this feeling, because maybe it's seeded in and nurtured by the shit that just happened that they're not talking about (that he's also not talking about) and what it made him think, and the fact that even though he got the last hit in he still effectively lost, and the low but constant irritable tension that he supposes is just his default when he isn't smoking.
Maybe he would've wanted to know but he didn't know to ask. Maybe he would've known to ask if he wasn't not thinking about things at a professional level. Maybe he's pissed off anyway. Fuck you.
"What did I wanna know," he echoes, like he's considering it. "What-what-what. I guess askin' to see holiday snaps is out. You lose your finger there, huh?"
It's his own fault, too, for not asking. For keeping busy and not wanting answers that could be difficult.