[ His face contorts, distressed at the idea of children around — younger than sixteen — crossing his arms over his chest with the coffee momentarily forgotten. ] Jesus.
[ It's murmured slowly; everything this guy is saying sounds about right. But it's comforting, at least, to be in similar company instead of anything more Hostile. Maybe comforting isn't the right word. ] Well, listen. I'm Charles. If I can help with anything — [ besides coffee, he doesn't say ] — let me know. I'm sure we'll figure this out.
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[ It's murmured slowly; everything this guy is saying sounds about right. But it's comforting, at least, to be in similar company instead of anything more Hostile. Maybe comforting isn't the right word. ] Well, listen. I'm Charles. If I can help with anything — [ besides coffee, he doesn't say ] — let me know. I'm sure we'll figure this out.