[ charlie has not often been on rooftops. he has a very nice apartment that he still shares with miss quill even though she no longer has to protect him, even though she could harm him and society at large at any moment. thus far, she has been content to make scathing remarks, drink coffee and scroll through endless pages of cat memes. said apartment has a balcony attached to his bedroom and that is as close as he's come to being on rooftops.
it's different, on a rooftop. freer, somehow. at the same time, he feels smaller. ]
Do you think it will snow?
[ the sky is certainly grey enough for it. ] — I've never seen snow. [ charlie adds after a moment. it didn't snow on rhodia. he's a touch nervy, too, in that something warm and excited sits high in his chest. he likes the feeling, but he also worries: is this a betrayal of matteusz? of what he had with matteusz?
they are no longer together because of what he did. he'd known he would lose matteusz and he had, but how can he feel this thing in his chest again now for someone else?
he swallows and pushes the thoughts away. ] Do you want to sit?
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it's different, on a rooftop. freer, somehow. at the same time, he feels smaller. ]
Do you think it will snow?
[ the sky is certainly grey enough for it. ] — I've never seen snow. [ charlie adds after a moment. it didn't snow on rhodia. he's a touch nervy, too, in that something warm and excited sits high in his chest. he likes the feeling, but he also worries: is this a betrayal of matteusz? of what he had with matteusz?
they are no longer together because of what he did. he'd known he would lose matteusz and he had, but how can he feel this thing in his chest again now for someone else?
he swallows and pushes the thoughts away. ] Do you want to sit?