[ Jean quips it lightly - in full knowledge he's generally what people consider nice all the time - as he steps in. He sets the small, re-used cardboard box containing their food down on a nearby surface that looks the least cluttered. When Charlie hesitates over his last word, Jean speaks up, but he keeps his back turned. ]
I know what the disease is, but I'm not here to lecture you about it.
[ He turns, having removed the tea at the very least, and offers it to Charlie. ]
I'm willing to lend an ear if you need it, though.
[ Jean's a good guy in general, Charlie's pretty sure. He takes the tea with a grateful nod, but that offer–
He gives himself the length of time of a long, comforting sip to think it over. When he lowers the cup, his voice at least does come out less cracked and broken, even though the symptoms haven't abated. ]
You really wanna listen to someone you barely know spill his guts? You're a nice guy all the time, Jean.
[ Yeah. Definitely the hero type.
Even if he did want to, though– it's not as if he can talk about anything with Neil only a room away. Charlie presses his hand to his throat as he clears it again, another swig of tea to wash down the petals that want to rise. ]
[ Jean gives him a look at that comment that he's fine, but, as promised, he doesn't press Charlie about it. At least Neil is nearby, so Jean assumes Charlie might talk to him about it.
(He has no reason to assume the secret is about Neil.) ]
Well, I'll be sure to make the same offer to him, too.
If the tea is helping, I can bring some leaves by later. It's a blend from the shop I work at.
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Well, shit. That's nice of you. Uh, come in–
[ And he actually manages to look a bit genuinely self-conscious as he steps aside, a true rarity. ]
Sorry, it's kinda messy. We've both had that... cough.
[ There's no way Jean doesn't know what the disease is, right? ]
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[ Jean quips it lightly - in full knowledge he's generally what people consider nice all the time - as he steps in. He sets the small, re-used cardboard box containing their food down on a nearby surface that looks the least cluttered. When Charlie hesitates over his last word, Jean speaks up, but he keeps his back turned. ]
I know what the disease is, but I'm not here to lecture you about it.
[ He turns, having removed the tea at the very least, and offers it to Charlie. ]
I'm willing to lend an ear if you need it, though.
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He gives himself the length of time of a long, comforting sip to think it over. When he lowers the cup, his voice at least does come out less cracked and broken, even though the symptoms haven't abated. ]
You really wanna listen to someone you barely know spill his guts? You're a nice guy all the time, Jean.
[ Yeah. Definitely the hero type.
Even if he did want to, though– it's not as if he can talk about anything with Neil only a room away. Charlie presses his hand to his throat as he clears it again, another swig of tea to wash down the petals that want to rise. ]
Neil might take you up on that. I'm fine.
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(He has no reason to assume the secret is about Neil.) ]
Well, I'll be sure to make the same offer to him, too.
If the tea is helping, I can bring some leaves by later. It's a blend from the shop I work at.
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[ Two is more than enough in his book.
The tea is good, though. He hasn't had much in his life, just whatever Keating would share in his office. ]
dis a wrap
[ His lips twitch a bit in amusement.
Once he's sure Charlie will be fine, he leaves him with the soup, taking the portion that's set aside for Neil to deliver to his room. ]