How are you holding up? Do you have enough supplies?
[ It's a good thing it's text. He can feel the concern settling in his stomach in the form of unshakeable anxiety; he might not be able to keep a straight face. ]
We're alright. The generator is working off and on, and there are enough of us here to figure it out if it goes down.
[ The mansion, while sprawling, is also large enough to provide refuge. The extra people help, and his kids are gifted enough to not be entirely stranded. ]
[ So help him he will find a way. Or, he wants to. The pause that follows is the logical restraint that should have kicked in first. Right now, he's not particularly a fan of being rational. ]
Then you'll have to deal with me worrying, won't you?
[ Every time he hears this, it's heartbreaking. There have been more than enough students with rough pasts, it's not a rare thing to hear. And he's gotten something of a background from Arthur, tangentially, but it's different hearing it.
[ He can't deny it's one of the things he admires about Charles. His ability to care so much. This... empathy that he's rarely seen in his life. But then he hasn't exactly floated around in the best circles.
Still. To have it turned onto him leaves him a bit blindsided and not really sure how to deal with it. Especially in a situation like this. ]
There's not much that can be done right now. All you're doing is giving yourself more gray hairs.
[ He does, but he's committed to this bald-faced lie. He can actually be incredibly vain for all of his altruism and lacking self-care. It's the 1980s. ]
I don't doubt that you mean it. I'm just not used to it. Being self-sufficient is what I do. I had to learn when I was young and I'm not worried about it now.
[ It's why he has his mattress under the best vent in the place and blankets and pillows on it for added warmth. He has his weapons and water near him, what food he can leave out. The door is barricaded with the couch after some of the noises he heard out there the other day. And he has what he needs to get out of a window if he needs an escape route.
He has plans in place. He's not concerned about himself. ]
[ If it means there's nothing to worry about, if it means there is a next time without question...he'd suffer quite a lot. Slights to his vanity included. ]
And that hardly dissuades me, so I suppose we both have something to get used to.
[ He would have hoped that obvious, but at this juncture, apparently it also bears saying. There's a part of him--a small one--that still worries about the risk of rejection in it, especially if Arthur had only thought of their recurring (verging on regular) dalliances as just that.
But that's what...is it love?--affection, certainly, is about. It all comes with an inherent risk. ]
The "why" is that I care about you.
[ That's it. That's all that matters. What other reason could he possibly need? ]
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