[ they should talk. charlie had said as much in the class room earlier and matteusz agreed, but now that they're home, miss quill off somewhere else with her gun and the ability to fire it, charlie doesn't know what to say or where to start. he feels — he feels hurt, but at least the walls are no longer closing in around him. he's no longer trapped, but his chest still feels too tight, like there is a band around it that squeezes and squeezes, making it difficult to take a deep breath.
they should talk. so charlie opens his mouth and says the first thing that comes to mind, which is ] Matteusz — [ and he doesn't know how to continue. he knows that he is showing far more weakness and emotion than befitting a prince, but this is not rhodia and he is not prince here, at least not if his friends are to be believed. he is too princely for them still, and too stupid, not knowing how things work on this planet.
that hurts, too, but not as much as knowing that matteusz is afraid of him. ]
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they should talk. so charlie opens his mouth and says the first thing that comes to mind, which is ] Matteusz — [ and he doesn't know how to continue. he knows that he is showing far more weakness and emotion than befitting a prince, but this is not rhodia and he is not prince here, at least not if his friends are to be believed. he is too princely for them still, and too stupid, not knowing how things work on this planet.
that hurts, too, but not as much as knowing that matteusz is afraid of him. ]