[ There's a rapid blink from Charles before he steers his attention down at his food in an attempt to pull back, at least somewhat, just for a moment. ]
Sorry, [ is more abashed than he might have been ten years ago. Several months ago. Even if he was on a mission to get into Emma's pants, which this dinner does not happen to be about (...entirely, let's not rule anything out though), he would have laughed casual invasions of privacy off. ] I don't mean to use that sort've thing as small talk.
[ But he keeps doing it. Emma's history. Emma's fairytale parents. Emma's Complicated. He sets down wine without sipping from it. ]
Although I'd like to know-- how it was. Going home, coming back.
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Sorry, [ is more abashed than he might have been ten years ago. Several months ago. Even if he was on a mission to get into Emma's pants, which this dinner does not happen to be about (...entirely, let's not rule anything out though), he would have laughed casual invasions of privacy off. ] I don't mean to use that sort've thing as small talk.
[ But he keeps doing it. Emma's history. Emma's fairytale parents. Emma's Complicated. He sets down wine without sipping from it. ]
Although I'd like to know-- how it was. Going home, coming back.