[ There’s still stasis fluid spackled up the walls of his throat and in his lungs, packed into his sinuses, roughing his voice. He’ll be coughing blue for days.
The fact that he isn’t blinking half as often as he should is something else, tension trembling thin on an invisible wire between them. ]
If you’re unimpressed with me, [ he says, ] I’m beginning to think you don’t know Charles very well at all.
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[ There’s still stasis fluid spackled up the walls of his throat and in his lungs, packed into his sinuses, roughing his voice. He’ll be coughing blue for days.
The fact that he isn’t blinking half as often as he should is something else, tension trembling thin on an invisible wire between them. ]
If you’re unimpressed with me, [ he says, ] I’m beginning to think you don’t know Charles very well at all.