[Michael takes the snapping considerably well, but then he decides it was his fault anyway.]
No, sorry, that was a stupid question.
[And then Carlisle blurts out what he's thinking, and suddenly, everything makes sense. The temperature, for one, but mostly why Carlisle is so anxious.
God, what does he do here? Michael's awkward at the best of times, but this is even worse. His friend back home is the more level-headed between them, he's not entirely sure how to handle situations like this. What would he want someone else to do for him?]
I'm sure he knows what he's doing, right? Though I get why you'd be worried. [He pauses, thinking.] Do you want to talk about that, or would you rather be distracted?
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Date: 2017-09-24 07:27 am (UTC)No, sorry, that was a stupid question.
[And then Carlisle blurts out what he's thinking, and suddenly, everything makes sense. The temperature, for one, but mostly why Carlisle is so anxious.
God, what does he do here? Michael's awkward at the best of times, but this is even worse. His friend back home is the more level-headed between them, he's not entirely sure how to handle situations like this. What would he want someone else to do for him?]
I'm sure he knows what he's doing, right? Though I get why you'd be worried. [He pauses, thinking.] Do you want to talk about that, or would you rather be distracted?