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I'm not the man I was. I open my mind up and it almost overwhelms me.
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[mentis]

That sounds lovely.

( And it does. Charles may be feeling a little ( all right, completely ) out of sorts, but Vanessa's already found her way to his affections and he could use that kind of company. So he takes a step back to let her into the room with a smile.

It's tidy, which helps. There's not much in the way of belongings. He's vaguely aware of a Victorian woman possibly needing a chaperone to be in a man's rooms, but he's not going to insult Vanessa with something that sounds that ridiculous. They're friends.

He does help her take the tea to the little table, and then pull out a chair for her. ) I don't remember the last time I had cake for breakfast.

[possidetur]

( he's particularly lucky that she isn't a woman of convention as, with her friends, she often ignores some of the social graces that should exist. but they were friends and perhaps she could also be forgiven for this not being her own time -- no one else could question her actions.

her fingers brush briefly over his hand before vanessa seats herself, a touch of thanks for his gesture and company both )

I must confess that I do with perhaps more frequency than I should.

( though in all of the time that she had been on the terminal she hadn't, nor had she had breakfast at all. today was the first time, a return to some of her old routines )

I like to start my day as I wish for it to continue.

( enjoyable )

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( He huffs out a laugh, smiling as he moves to find dishes and take the seat opposite her. It might actually be a good thing, eating something rather than stewing in his moods. )

Well, I'm honoured that you chose me to join you in this tradition. Have you been well?

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Improving.

( if he recalls their last conversation. vanessa was trying, for as difficult as it could be, to be a little more honest with her friends -- at least about how she was doing. they wanted the best for her )

Besides, the pleasure is mine. You seem to have something insightful each time we meet. ( though vanessa wasn't going to let him dive into that just yet. if her friends cared dearly for her then she was of no mind to forget them ) Are you alright?

( something had seemed-- a little off when he'd greeted her as if he was unwell )

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I'm glad.

( He reaches over to squeeze her hand, expression soft but fond. They've only really just met and yet he finds himself caring for Vanessa like he would do any of his friends. Despite the fact that he's tried so hard to avoid having them, lately. )

Ah. Just a headache.

( It's not quite a lie, but Charles is aware of how heavy his current feelings are. He doesn't want to burden her. ) I've been thinking too much. ( A small smile, aiming for something jovial. ) My sister always told me I'd wear my brain out that way.

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( there's a pause, a few seconds where vanessa assesses his answer. she doesn't fully believe him but she has appreciated in the past when her lies have not been called on )

We can't have that. ( good job they had a hearty breakfast to recover with and vanessa begins on pouring out the tea ) Though I dare to guess that if such a thing were true you would have worn it out years ago.

( he always seemed to be thinking, such an intelligent man )