[He'll meet your worry with a fuck you, Charles. An opinion that's making itself pretty clear in the way his face is stoning over, closing off. The way he's rolling his jaw to the side and quirking his lips up in a humorless smile.]
... Right. [Note to self, someone in this rust bucket is finally noticing. He'll have to start using his brain with this one.
Which, given his level of genius, isn't really a problem.] Yours, unless you wanna run interference with magnet boy.
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... Right. [Note to self, someone in this rust bucket is finally noticing. He'll have to start using his brain with this one.
Which, given his level of genius, isn't really a problem.] Yours, unless you wanna run interference with magnet boy.