[ What are the chances? He thinks. What are the fucking chances that he’d run into another runaway?? Something suspiciously like hope starts to poke its head up, and Charlie does his best to stomp it back down. It’s something of a losing battle, however. He’s been alone for so long, and he thought for sure he’d be alone out in the universe too, but against all odds, someone happens to find him who knows what it’s like in that place. Who knows what it’s like to want out.
And who has managed running away a whole lot better than Charlie has.
The Mover relaxes by degrees. Even if he was still suspicious- and a part of him keeps nagging that he ought to be, though Charlie doesn’t pay it much mind- he’s much too tired to do much about it. ]
I’m Charlie. [ It’s a start. An admission of some small sort of trust. ]
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And who has managed running away a whole lot better than Charlie has.
The Mover relaxes by degrees. Even if he was still suspicious- and a part of him keeps nagging that he ought to be, though Charlie doesn’t pay it much mind- he’s much too tired to do much about it. ]
I’m Charlie. [ It’s a start. An admission of some small sort of trust. ]