[ In fairness, he doesn't quite have the look of a man who wants (or, indeed, truly needs) a hug; the tracking of Snape's progress out of his room is vaguely hungry and hostile, if passively so. They fought. He lost his space job. According to Charles' understanding of the universe, even from down here, there should be a conversation with a resolution in sight.
There isn't one. Just five long hours til the next jump to kill, anyway, and as he did before, he spends his new found painlessness doing fuck all. ]
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There isn't one. Just five long hours til the next jump to kill, anyway, and as he did before, he spends his new found painlessness doing fuck all. ]