[ The contact is… a little surprising, but oddly not unwelcome. It’s comforting, in a way, and again Charlie finds himself with the urge to ask Myriad to stay. He swallows it down. The Changer has other things to do, he doesn’t need to babysit Charlie all night long, so in the end, Charlie just nods. ]
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[ He lifts a hand, visibly hesitating before seemingly biting the bullet; he rests his hand lightly on Charlie's shoulder. ]
If you need me, I'm just a shout away, alright?
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Alright. Thank you.
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Sleep well, Charlie.