Charlie keeps his face steady, breathing evenly, in the face of Arthur's increasingly evident strain. Five months, Christ. Five months into knowing about the supernatural he was planning a trip to Egypt. You never really get your head above water again once it's under, do you?
He sucks in his lips for a moment.
"Alright," he says, as if he's considering an offer that Arthur has put down. Something shifts into forward motion, and he's able to unfreeze himself and approach a few steps, looking at Arthur's face even if the other won't catch his eye. It's not an aggressive approach. His thumbs are in his trouser pockets.
"Alright. How about you tell me what you meant, that time in the hospital, when you said you killed maybe seven? I'm sure you remember it. And maybe we'll learn somethin' about each other."
Re: what lies beneath
He sucks in his lips for a moment.
"Alright," he says, as if he's considering an offer that Arthur has put down. Something shifts into forward motion, and he's able to unfreeze himself and approach a few steps, looking at Arthur's face even if the other won't catch his eye. It's not an aggressive approach. His thumbs are in his trouser pockets.
"Alright. How about you tell me what you meant, that time in the hospital, when you said you killed maybe seven? I'm sure you remember it. And maybe we'll learn somethin' about each other."