[She hesitates for a moment, and realizes when she sees his face that they both know what's coming. Part of her wants to demand he just say it here, don't make her wait to get comfortable, just say it so she can walk away, spitefully leave him first.
But it's Charles, and she feels a familiar flare of agony at having conflicting desires. She felt it once for Arthur. Charles has always been the better brother.
So she steps past him when he lets her, moves to the center of the room and turns to face him again.]
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But it's Charles, and she feels a familiar flare of agony at having conflicting desires. She felt it once for Arthur. Charles has always been the better brother.
So she steps past him when he lets her, moves to the center of the room and turns to face him again.]
Just say it, Charles.