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[He grinds his jaw, just a little, frustration still very much in evidence, still definitely wanting to argue the point and likewise fully unable to because Charles is always going to win out in the end in situations like these, because the truth of it is that Edwin has never really been able to deny him much of anything.

Even still, the repetition still sounds like something rote and expected rather than something he actually believes] I did nothing wrong.

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[Edwin's smile is warmer than before, putting the last of the herbs away, half in the jar charmed to keep them fresh and half in the pouch charmed to dehydrate them, each one returned to its carefully labeled compartment before being marked off on the inventory list.] I don't see why not.

[Something familiar will probably do them both some good, really, let them settle again more fully than they already have.] I'll get the card table, then. [It's more of a folding side-table, really, but it's big enough for any of their game boards, and makes it easier to play, as one of them can sit on the couch and the other can use a chair, instead of trying to play across the top of the desk.]

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[Charles carries the game over to where Edwin is setting up the table. He lays out the board and all the pieces. He sets out the purple pawn for Charles and the red one for himself.]

I wanted to apologize for earlier, Ed.

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[He's amused by just how predictable his own color choice is, enough so that Charles knows it without asking, though after this long that's hardly a surprise.

He's only just opened his mouth to try apologizing himself when Charles beats him to it, something that has Edwin's whole expression softening a little, fingers resting lightly against the back of Charles' hand for a moment] It's quite alright, I... wasn't exactly at my best, either. Dwelling on the worst outcome, as always, even when a better one had already come to pass.

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[Charles sits down at the table and Edwin lays a hand over his. The touch is met with a warm smile as he listens to Edwin talk.]

I could've been more patient and... I should've told you I was coming back when I went to the herbalist.

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Yes, well, neither of us has ever been that good at being patient when emotions are already running high. [He sets to separating the cards into their categories, just making a quiet noise of acknowledgement at the second part] Luckily by the time I'd actually started to worry, you were already back.

[At least, he doesn't think that he'd been locked in anxious indecision for more than a minute or two.] But thank you, for recognizing that would have been upsetting.

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[Charles turns his hand so he can squeeze Edwin's.] I didn't think about it until I got back. [He gives one more squeeze before shuffling their character cards and setting them to the side.] I'll make sure to say it next time.

[Because there will be a next time when they're separated, whether by an errand or something more serious.]

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[He just nods once, shuffling the individual piles and pulling the cards for the envelope, passing each pile across the table for Charles to shuffle in their entirety and deal, setting the case envelope in its rightful place, using the movement to give himself a moment to think] On the off-chance that you do forget again, how long would be reasonable to wait before presuming you've run into some kind of trouble that you need help with?

[Because Edwin knows himself well enough to know that if he can assume Charles is in trouble and not that he's just up and left, that will make things easier, because trouble is something he can plan for.]

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[Charles stops shuffling the cards for a moment, looking up from the table.] Edwin, are you worried I won't come back?

[There's genuine concern written into Charles's face as he looks up to Edwin. When he was gone at the herbalist's, did Edwin worry that Charles would leave Edwin behind? Or worse, that something had happened to him?]

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No. [The answer is a little too quick even to his own ears, and he presses his fingers against the edge of the table to keep himself from clenching his fists to grind his knuckles together, mouth twisting in the way it does when he's looking for the right words, not wanting to be misunderstood]

It's just that... [A sigh, finally looking up from where he's rocking his fingers against the edge of the table to Charles' face] It sounds ridiculous to say it out loud, I know it's ridiculous even to think it, but when you say you're coming back, even if it's after we've had a row, [Those aren't anywhere near as common now as they were at the beginning, even their disagreement from earlier barely rates compared to some of the early arguments] I know that you mean it. If you say you're coming back there's nothing in this world, living, dead or otherwise that will stop you.

[There go the fidgeting fingers again, gaze dipping to the game board once more] But, I also know that I can be... difficult. [And even after this long, there's still that quiet, voice in the back of his head insisting that Charles is going to have enough of him sooner or later, and -agreement to discuss permanent separation in advance or not- will move on] I'm just saying, I wouldn't blame you if you didn't come back, that's all.

[He shakes his head, one tight little movement, as if to rattle his thoughts back into place, looking up at Charles once more] But that's neither here nor there, my point is, if you forget to say it, and if I've some kind of contingency plan for your being in trouble instead of finally having had enough, then the plan is what I'll default to instead of the worse outcome.

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[The quick 'no' is met with a tilt of Charles's head, but then Edwin continues and Charles holds his tongue. Everything he hears though, breaks his heart. Does Edwin think that Charles would simply walk away? Without saying so?

Charles sets his cards on the table and move around it to stand next to Edwin. He curls one hand around each of Edwin's shoulders and tries to turn Edwin toward him. It's a move he's done before when trying to get Edwin out of his head.]

I've been with you thirty years and I plan to keep it up for another thirty. If I don't come back, it's because Lost and Found finally got hold of me. Or a ghost plant. Or something like that. It'll never be because I'm sick of you. Promise.

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[He lets himself be turned, mostly because he knows he's being ridiculous, but it isn't something he can just shut off the way he can other things, emotions have never been his strong suit after all.] I know. I know that. It's just knowing a thing and believing it aren't always the same thing.

[He catches lightly at Charles' elbow, once again not wanting that statement to be taken the wrong way] I believe it when you say it, always have, I think. But if you aren't here, it's harder to remember what's worth believing and what isn't. [A gentle squeeze of that hand on Charles' elbow] So, again, contingency plan for if you don't come back, since obviously the only way that would happen is due to outside force. Even if it's a plan that we never use, I'll feel better for having it.

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[Charles listens to Edwin but can’t help but see those nervous worries as not based in fact.]

A contingency plan. We can do that.

[Whatever helps Edwin feel more assured when they’re apart.]

But first, c’mere.

[Unless Edwin stops him, Charles will circle him in a tight hug.]

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[Edwin knows that particular anxiety isn't based in fact, and that's the worst part, because generally when there's no factual basis for something he can disregard it, but that niggling fear is a persistent one, even with evidence to the contrary.

Like the hug Charles gives him, unprompted, like it's easy as anything, and maybe it is because Edwin just sags forward into it with a quiet sigh, his own arms curling around Charles' middle belatedly] Thank you.

[It's a gratitude for the embrace, the reassurance, for agreeing to help with a contingency plan that will hopefully never be used, for a lot of things he doesn't have the words for, really.]

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We'll figure this out, Ed. We always do. [Charles speaks into Edwin's shoulder, slightly muffled. They can tackle any problem, even if it's mental anxieties and questions.

Charles hugs Edwin for a couple moments more before he leans back, keeping a hold on Edwin's shoulders.]

I promise.