[Congratulations Burke, just the sound of your voice has Charles snapping the pencil in his hand as his hand spasms around it.]
Yes, well we all have our talents I suppose.
[Because he can't bring himself to lie and say that you didn't have a few skills, mainly because Charles recognizes that if he does protest, Burke will just enjoy it.]
Hello, Burke.
[What is the proper etiquette for talking to the abhorrent sociopath you let fuck you in a shower over a week ago? Charles missed that chapter in Miss Manners.]
Charles draws in a slow breath, forcing it out through his teeth along with the numbers 1 through 10 in Latin.]
I am certain you do not need my assistance for continued proper hygiene.
[He has to choose his words carefully. If he says what was on the tip of his tongue, anyone with reasonable hacker or just general creeper skills, will put two and two together. Charles is desperately attempting to save himself that level of humiliation.]
Such faith ya have in me, it's almost heartwarmin'.
[If Burke had such a heart to even consider that with.]
You'll be pleased t'know I've been takin' me medicine like ya ordered. I can be a good lad when I feel like it, and when I'm doin' somethin' for a dear good friend a mine.
[Charles would be the closest thing to a 'friend' that Burke would ever have here, or any where. He didn't have friends, had no interest in them, but Charles was just so entertaining he couldn't help but keep going back to the telepath.]
[He does not take the easy pot shot about hearts and lack of them. They both knew what sort of man Burke was, there was little point in pretending or even sniping other wise.]
What medicine are you talking abou...
[The words froze in Charles' mouth as his mind flashed to the furious conversation he'd had with the man, the taunting complete with hip pumps, the flying of a medicine bottle and a sarcastic promise spilling from lips that had been moving with a sort of maniacal energy.]
Oh my God.
[Charles closed his eyes and let his forehead smack into the window. Had he truly promised to ... if Burke took all of ... Oh God!]
Burke ...
[If he sounds pained, its because he is, because he never expected Burke to ... behave. He's expected the antibiotics to get pitched in the nearest rubbish bin. Of course by 'behaving' Burke was being a complete prat. How had Charles not seen this coming??
Because I am losing my mind.
Charles gave a small, pained little chuckle and looked up at the ceiling.]
Burke, even if you knew what a prat was, you would still take it as a compliment.
[And there in lays the worst of this situation. Charles can not even find it in him to be angry or hateful towards Burke. Burke did what he wanted to do and Charles not only allowed it but he encouraged it. The fault and the shame were Charles' alone and he simply was not sure what that said about his ability to function anymore.]
Take one when you wake up and one when you go to sleep until they are all gone.
[He'll reach over to pluck up the small bottle of pills, and looks at the label.]
So that's what this nonsense was about on 'ere. Good t'know. I'll make sure t'start takin' two as ordered. Wouldn't want t'disappoint ya, Charlie m'lad.
[The nickname rankles and Charles can't decide if he wants to snap at Burke to stop it or simply try to ignore it. He knows that he should ignore it but at this point Burke is so far under his skin, Charles finds himself biting back the scathing words.]
It is for your own health, Burke. It has nothing to do with me.
[Beyond the antibiotics Charles himself was now going to have to run a course of. A whole new wash of shame threatened to rise up and choke him. Especially when his words crept up to taunt him and he realized it sort of did still have to do with him.]
Do you not have something else you should be doing?
[And he'll pop open the bottle of pills, shaking one out into the palm of a hand. Closing the bottle he'll then take said pill, dry, and swallow, clearing his throat a bit once it's gone down. Don't worry he's listening Charles, and at the last bit, the question he'll just give Charles a big grin.
Must you really ask that question? Think hard Charles, what could he be "doing".]
[Ever seen someone look like they're about to have a stroke? Charles might resemble this expression, pale face, eyes a deep set, dark and bruised blue, lips a slash of red against a completely colorless background.]
[He's all teeth as he smiles for him. Don't believe him, Charles. He's a terrible doctor.]
Can't attest t'havin' any decent doctorin' abilities, but I'm good at many other things.
[This is perhaps a dig at their last 'meeting'.]
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Yes, well we all have our talents I suppose.
[Because he can't bring himself to lie and say that you didn't have a few skills, mainly because Charles recognizes that if he does protest, Burke will just enjoy it.]
Hello, Burke.
[What is the proper etiquette for talking to the abhorrent sociopath you let fuck you in a shower over a week ago? Charles missed that chapter in Miss Manners.]
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[Sorry, Charles. He's going to enjoy this no matter what.]
Speakin' of talents you're pretty good at it.
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Charles draws in a slow breath, forcing it out through his teeth along with the numbers 1 through 10 in Latin.]
I am certain you do not need my assistance for continued proper hygiene.
[He has to choose his words carefully. If he says what was on the tip of his tongue, anyone with reasonable hacker or just general creeper skills, will put two and two together. Charles is desperately attempting to save himself that level of humiliation.]
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[If Burke had such a heart to even consider that with.]
You'll be pleased t'know I've been takin' me medicine like ya ordered. I can be a good lad when I feel like it, and when I'm doin' somethin' for a dear good friend a mine.
[Charles would be the closest thing to a 'friend' that Burke would ever have here, or any where. He didn't have friends, had no interest in them, but Charles was just so entertaining he couldn't help but keep going back to the telepath.]
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What medicine are you talking abou...
[The words froze in Charles' mouth as his mind flashed to the furious conversation he'd had with the man, the taunting complete with hip pumps, the flying of a medicine bottle and a sarcastic promise spilling from lips that had been moving with a sort of maniacal energy.]
Oh my God.
[Charles closed his eyes and let his forehead smack into the window. Had he truly promised to ... if Burke took all of ... Oh God!]
Burke ...
[If he sounds pained, its because he is, because he never expected Burke to ... behave. He's expected the antibiotics to get pitched in the nearest rubbish bin. Of course by 'behaving' Burke was being a complete prat. How had Charles not seen this coming??
Because I am losing my mind.
Charles gave a small, pained little chuckle and looked up at the ceiling.]
You utter prat. [He said softly, ( ... )
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[A shrug of shoulders and he'll pick idly at teeth, before running his tongue over them.]
So how long do I have t'take this stuff before y'can give me my bill of clean health?
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[And there in lays the worst of this situation. Charles can not even find it in him to be angry or hateful towards Burke. Burke did what he wanted to do and Charles not only allowed it but he encouraged it. The fault and the shame were Charles' alone and he simply was not sure what that said about his ability to function anymore.]
Take one when you wake up and one when you go to sleep until they are all gone.
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[He'll reach over to pluck up the small bottle of pills, and looks at the label.]
So that's what this nonsense was about on 'ere. Good t'know. I'll make sure t'start takin' two as ordered. Wouldn't want t'disappoint ya, Charlie m'lad.
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It is for your own health, Burke. It has nothing to do with me.
[Beyond the antibiotics Charles himself was now going to have to run a course of. A whole new wash of shame threatened to rise up and choke him. Especially when his words crept up to taunt him and he realized it sort of did still have to do with him.]
Do you not have something else you should be doing?
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Must you really ask that question? Think hard Charles, what could he be "doing".]
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He scowls, blue eyes narrowing.]
I can reach you from here, Burke.
[And dear God does he want to telepathically smack you stupid. With a rage and desire he hasn't felt since Marko and Cain.]
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Oh, Charlie. You threaten me with a fun time, lad.
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No. [He says, swallowing tightly.] No, I am not ... you are not going to drag me down to your level.
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It will not, happen, again.
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