[ Wesley relaxes a little when Charles laughs. It's a nice laugh, okay.
And he ends up giving a one shouldered shrug at the sort of compliment because listen, he'll take what he can.
But then he hears a voice in his head and all that flies out of the window. His eyes going wide and surprised.
Are you really inside my head? his thoughts ask, and there's no decorum of hissing and spitting here. Just the honest inquiry. How can you do that? Do you know everything about me?
At first the thought comes with fear and panic and bone deep shame but Wesley is nothing if he's not fast and what follows is gut wrenching relief. Charles hasn't yet ran away disgusted. Not that he could run...
Sorry. This too comes automatically. Wesley adjusts quickly, he's at his best molding into new impossible situations. ]
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And he ends up giving a one shouldered shrug at the sort of compliment because listen, he'll take what he can.
But then he hears a voice in his head and all that flies out of the window. His eyes going wide and surprised.
Are you really inside my head? his thoughts ask, and there's no decorum of hissing and spitting here. Just the honest inquiry. How can you do that? Do you know everything about me?
At first the thought comes with fear and panic and bone deep shame but Wesley is nothing if he's not fast and what follows is gut wrenching relief. Charles hasn't yet ran away disgusted. Not that he could run...
Sorry. This too comes automatically. Wesley adjusts quickly, he's at his best molding into new impossible situations. ]
You're not lying, [ he says silently. ]