[ he isn't used to richard like this, smiling and supportive — but then, perhaps it's wrong to say he's used to richard, period, what with the way his moods shift like quicksilver, their every encounter coloured with a different emotion.
he smiles back, almost helplessly — what else does richard telling him he trusts him do except make him want to be worthy of that trust? ]
Oh, [ he says, a quiet exhale more than a word, ] Well. I mean, you can. [ trust him, that is. ] Whatever you need.
[ as they enter the office, charles looks around; and indeed, it's quite modest for the literal king of england... but then, he's just getting started. ]
Rome wasn't built in a day, yeah? It's plenty good for starters. And you're right. Who knows, maybe one day someone'll come up with a drink for ghosts. Someone's working on that, so... [ a shrug — who knows! maybe silco will pull through eventually. ]
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he smiles back, almost helplessly — what else does richard telling him he trusts him do except make him want to be worthy of that trust? ]
Oh, [ he says, a quiet exhale more than a word, ] Well. I mean, you can. [ trust him, that is. ] Whatever you need.
[ as they enter the office, charles looks around; and indeed, it's quite modest for the literal king of england... but then, he's just getting started. ]
Rome wasn't built in a day, yeah? It's plenty good for starters. And you're right. Who knows, maybe one day someone'll come up with a drink for ghosts. Someone's working on that, so... [ a shrug — who knows! maybe silco will pull through eventually. ]