You never say "Hey", or remember my name
Characters: Link (unamvirtus), Charles J. Chrishunds (likeagoodson).
Setting/Location: That Room. You know, that room.
Date & Time: Day thirteen, morning.
Warnings: Angst and moe.
Summary: Continued from here, Charles is going all out on the self-hate thing and Link, being the caring little midget he is, goes to check on his roomie.
( IT'S PROBABLY 'CAUSE YOU THINK YOU COOLER TH-- okay no. )
Charley had no control over his own emotions, kneeling in front of one of the chairs - it would have to do for the purpose he intended - with his head bowed over his hands. No amount of praying was going to fix the wrongs he had committed or bring Master back. He could still taste blood in his mouth, though it was almost three days old; was someone doing this to test him? He had yet to make amends with the person he'd attacked... There was only so much he could repent for without another priest present to hear his confessions.
But the moment Sacra perked up, sitting straight beside him as if listening, Charley did his best to wipe his face. It still hurt, the pain he felt was immense. Someone, though, had come looking for him, and he could only assume it to be Link. His roommate-- Some things were better left unsaid, though he could not hide the fact he'd been crying. He did his best, however, to appear presentable as he got up to go to the door and open it.
"This is the room I meant." He lowered his voice. "I'm sorry for not specifying."
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