Edwin would forever be amused at just how similar the Cat's reactions and Charles' reactions were to the same actions, or tone of voice, or both, but he also knew better than to say so at a time like this, brow just arching a little as he answered that first question, warm and amused as before, a half-murmured: "Couldn't begin to say." Because even now that selfsame tremor was still there, though it was no longer something akin to fear as it had been then, just two steps off from it, if that. No, now it was a sort of excitement as much as anything else.
But then the actual question followed, and it was one he'd asked himself many times since that day, and he hadn't ever managed to come up with a satisfactory answer for himself, though he had determined that if he had done, he would have regretted it, but he doubted that was something the Cat needed to hear, either, especially not at the moment, which was why he just curled his fingers, hand turning a little in the Cat's hold so that he could trail the pads of his fingers along the crest of the Cat's ear, "I don't really know. There was a lot going on at the time."
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Date: 2025-11-05 04:47 am (UTC)But then the actual question followed, and it was one he'd asked himself many times since that day, and he hadn't ever managed to come up with a satisfactory answer for himself, though he had determined that if he had done, he would have regretted it, but he doubted that was something the Cat needed to hear, either, especially not at the moment, which was why he just curled his fingers, hand turning a little in the Cat's hold so that he could trail the pads of his fingers along the crest of the Cat's ear, "I don't really know. There was a lot going on at the time."