[ He swallows again around the strange lump in his throat – nervousness. Anxiety. Some weird, cold thing, because even decades since he was a child, he's still afraid of the boogeymen who could come after him. Though growing up, that fear became less about the families who might steal him away, and more about the bastards who saw Marks and went for their blades before anything else.
A stupid, irrational fear, he knows, considering he's well-versed in acts of violence, these days.
He forces himself to take a deep breath – or as deep as his injury allows – and gives Charlie a quick nod. ]
... Right.
[ Shakily, not entirely convinced, but close enough. ]
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A stupid, irrational fear, he knows, considering he's well-versed in acts of violence, these days.
He forces himself to take a deep breath – or as deep as his injury allows – and gives Charlie a quick nod. ]
... Right.
[ Shakily, not entirely convinced, but close enough. ]
It— seriously doesn't bother you?