[He turns and moves further inside, sitting on one of the crates and gesturing for Charles to take the other.]
I'm used to my emotions being shared on some level.
There are - some nightmares I wouldn't wish on anyone, no matter what you've already seen, but that's not about privacy or offense or shame or. Whyever normal people object.
[There's no hint of content associated with the worry, just a dissonant mental twitch away, like a scratched record, an old subconscious reflex more for his own protection than Charles's.]
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[He turns and moves further inside, sitting on one of the crates and gesturing for Charles to take the other.]
I'm used to my emotions being shared on some level.
There are - some nightmares I wouldn't wish on anyone, no matter what you've already seen, but that's not about privacy or offense or shame or. Whyever normal people object.
[There's no hint of content associated with the worry, just a dissonant mental twitch away, like a scratched record, an old subconscious reflex more for his own protection than Charles's.]