He nearly cracks and shouts what the fuck do you mean you lost after Arthur, but then John picks up the account.
A place like the pits, John said once before. Charlie'll have to give it to him, he sees the similarities. And John's tone, the pall over him, the things he's intoning, are slowly turning Charlie's anger into sickness. He stares, no longer smirking, but he doesn't ask what John did. He doesn't want to make John tell him. He doesn't want to know.
"Yeah, didn't we all." It's not... meant to be minimising. It's not meant to be much at all besides a mutter for Charlie. They've both been trapped somewhere by the King, both done bad things to get through. Who knew. Life rhymes and the song is always ugly.
Re: what lies beneath
A place like the pits, John said once before. Charlie'll have to give it to him, he sees the similarities. And John's tone, the pall over him, the things he's intoning, are slowly turning Charlie's anger into sickness. He stares, no longer smirking, but he doesn't ask what John did. He doesn't want to make John tell him. He doesn't want to know.
"Yeah, didn't we all." It's not... meant to be minimising. It's not meant to be much at all besides a mutter for Charlie. They've both been trapped somewhere by the King, both done bad things to get through. Who knew. Life rhymes and the song is always ugly.