[D'Artagnan scoffs quietly at that statement. It's a delicate thing to approach, he does understand that much, and he's been viciously resentful in the past over accusations there is something broken within him, even if he acknowledges that privately. Charles may be willing, but for D'Artagnan this is where that conversation ends. He'll not pursue it, will not claim it as something he'd like to do. He looks down at the device as Charles does, but he's long since recognised the streets and he knows where they are. The townhouse will be in sight after another right turn and half way down that block.]
Why need there be a word for that separation...
[That's mostly musing to himself, but there was less clear delineation between such things for him in his past. He can enjoy himself in the drive for accomplishment as much as he can in spending a night in a tavern.]
[His feelings aired and his offer on the table, Charles is fine with leaving things there, too. He's not going to push anything while he's not at his best, and this man just came through the SLUT centre, too.]
I don't know, honestly. [A lot of slang feels to him like it more confuses things than anything else.
As they approach the garage, Charles turns off his device and tucks it away in a pocket of his coat. He reaches a hand up to correct what feels like his very wind-tousled hair in preparation to start heading back to the hospital again.]
If something like this comes up again sometime, please know that I welcome you contacting me directly.
[As D'Artagnan opens the garage, slowly, to avoid a squeaking, and just enough he might duck under and vanish into the darkness beyond, he regards Charles and his offer. His immediate response, stopped by the literal biting of his tongue, is one of unwarranted derision for reasons unknown, in the vein of a proclamation of needing no further assistance for the same predicament, but it is his second time already. Instead he nods with slight deference.]
You've made less of a fuss than McCoy would have.
[It's as good as Charles will get to a thank you and assurance he might be considered for a call. D'Artagnan hopes it's enough, and such parting words haven't undone progress made in civility tonight. He slinks into the garage without waiting for acknowledgement.]
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Why need there be a word for that separation...
[That's mostly musing to himself, but there was less clear delineation between such things for him in his past. He can enjoy himself in the drive for accomplishment as much as he can in spending a night in a tavern.]
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I don't know, honestly. [A lot of slang feels to him like it more confuses things than anything else.
As they approach the garage, Charles turns off his device and tucks it away in a pocket of his coat. He reaches a hand up to correct what feels like his very wind-tousled hair in preparation to start heading back to the hospital again.]
If something like this comes up again sometime, please know that I welcome you contacting me directly.
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You've made less of a fuss than McCoy would have.
[It's as good as Charles will get to a thank you and assurance he might be considered for a call. D'Artagnan hopes it's enough, and such parting words haven't undone progress made in civility tonight. He slinks into the garage without waiting for acknowledgement.]