[He hugs Charles hard, holds him tight and doesn't let go, doesn't mind the sobbing. Some of his anger spills out through his eyes, dampens them, and he wants to scream and scream until he wears himself out, until he feels less like hurting everything and every one around him. He wants to feel in control again. He wants to feel capable, and all he really feels right now is trapped.
His hands clench around Charles' shoulder, in his shirt, holding tight and fully unwilling to let him go any time soon. Maybe they both need it, the comfort of having someone there, someone who is willing to walk through the gates of hell and not abandon hope for each other. It's not enough, right now - it feels like nothing will ever be enough - but it's more than there was a moment ago.]
[Spam]
His hands clench around Charles' shoulder, in his shirt, holding tight and fully unwilling to let him go any time soon. Maybe they both need it, the comfort of having someone there, someone who is willing to walk through the gates of hell and not abandon hope for each other. It's not enough, right now - it feels like nothing will ever be enough - but it's more than there was a moment ago.]