[ 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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All the tools are right here for Charles to help himself. If Severus has to draw a map and hold his face against it, he'll never actually improve.
The wizard gives him a flat look. Because of course it's brilliant, he made it.
Severus turns, waves the door open, and leaves. ]
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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. ]