[He followed. Strange, what stupid things having a friend makes you do. Erik grunted a response, nodding.] Better not, [And it was a pointless affirmation, but - he knew what he'd have to do if Charlie talked, and he didn't want to.
He reached over, clapping Charles on the shoulder, and smiling vaguely past a bloody lip.]
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He reached over, clapping Charles on the shoulder, and smiling vaguely past a bloody lip.]
You're all right, you know that?