Charles' own stare wavers a fraction, betraying him for all his I can'ts, but he keeps his mouth shut. Mention of Nuala, mention of his patients, all those things that seemed so important to him a few days ago, and of course, Severus himself. His hands work into fists at his sides, but--
That's all.
He doesn't say anything in response, but an absence of verbal acceptance is also an absence of protest. Things slip away, whether those things are present or not.
no subject
Charles' own stare wavers a fraction, betraying him for all his I can'ts, but he keeps his mouth shut. Mention of Nuala, mention of his patients, all those things that seemed so important to him a few days ago, and of course, Severus himself. His hands work into fists at his sides, but--
That's all.
He doesn't say anything in response, but an absence of verbal acceptance is also an absence of protest. Things slip away, whether those things are present or not.