[He knew he couldn't really win against Charles; what he's not entirely sure about is why the other isn't letting him go. So what if he didn't beat that thing and get past it? At least he'd tried.]
What if-- there could be something there--
[He'll stop moving as much when that familiar twist to his arm twinges painfully, feeling the pressure and the creaking in his shoulder -- he's still furious as he warns Charles between grit teeth.]
Don't.
[But that's the first time he's looked at Charles closely, and only now does he realize the other isn't doing so good. He'll look at the other's eyes and the way he's feeling for Ciel with his hand, then most of his anger promptly leaves his face, and he won't struggle anymore. There's a slight frown when he realizes he can't move his feet, and he'll look to Ciel with a sigh.]
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What if-- there could be something there--
[He'll stop moving as much when that familiar twist to his arm twinges painfully, feeling the pressure and the creaking in his shoulder -- he's still furious as he warns Charles between grit teeth.]
Don't.
[But that's the first time he's looked at Charles closely, and only now does he realize the other isn't doing so good. He'll look at the other's eyes and the way he's feeling for Ciel with his hand, then most of his anger promptly leaves his face, and he won't struggle anymore. There's a slight frown when he realizes he can't move his feet, and he'll look to Ciel with a sigh.]
. . . Fine. Let's leave already.