He doesn't miss the sudden edge of Charlie's contained anger, but he doesn't bristle at it, either. He ducks his head a little - less retreat than awkward apology.
"Which bit? A twist of foxes is - like, fuck, what's the earth phrase...a catch-23? A finger-trap, where you're stuck coming and going."
Or -
"Crowned With Eyes is..." He rubs his mouth, not ashamed or offended, but self-conscious, uncertain, a little abashed.
"I never know how to explain signifiers. It's like. An omen that's on me, that means I'm really good at...seeing things, that I'm, inclined that way. That I dig and find things, that I have stupid good intuition. It doesn't make me like that, it's that I am that way, so...so it resonated with me, so I have it. I wasn't...doing a power, I was...living down to stereotype. And I thought it might be easier if I just. Did some thinking out loud, instead of interrogating you the whole way down. Seems like I kind of got ahead of myself. Sorry about that."
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"Which bit? A twist of foxes is - like, fuck, what's the earth phrase...a catch-23? A finger-trap, where you're stuck coming and going."
Or -
"Crowned With Eyes is..." He rubs his mouth, not ashamed or offended, but self-conscious, uncertain, a little abashed.
"I never know how to explain signifiers. It's like. An omen that's on me, that means I'm really good at...seeing things, that I'm, inclined that way. That I dig and find things, that I have stupid good intuition. It doesn't make me like that, it's that I am that way, so...so it resonated with me, so I have it. I wasn't...doing a power, I was...living down to stereotype. And I thought it might be easier if I just. Did some thinking out loud, instead of interrogating you the whole way down. Seems like I kind of got ahead of myself. Sorry about that."