[Charles looked a bit different than he had when Tony had first seen him that day, more composed if still unmistakeably disappointed and angry with him. When he'd heard what Tony had done, he'd locked everything back down and left to take care of it, and he could keep it under control to handle this. Tony wasn't a threat to him, had never been and probably never would be, and while Charles certainly wasn't planning on using his ability against him, it was still sort of steadying to remember that. He wasn't helpless here. No one was going to force him into doing something he didn't want, because he could fight back.
It had been stupid, to let that shake him so badly. Maybe he should start thinking about opening up to more people about what had happened. (Not that it was likely he'd take his own advice at this point, but.)
He could, in theory, help take the edge off. Help him push the pain to the back of his mind, so he could maybe stand up and walk out on his own without throwing up or passing out, but he wasn't exactly feeling charitable right now. He wanted Tony to feel this hangover and really realize what a disaster he'd fallen into this time, because maybe maybe he'd learn something this time. Maybe this was hitting rock bottom, and he'd have no choice but to drag himself back up.]
Welcome back. [He did, at least, keep his voice quiet, even if the disappointment and aggravation was still very apparent.] Pleased with yourself?
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It had been stupid, to let that shake him so badly. Maybe he should start thinking about opening up to more people about what had happened. (Not that it was likely he'd take his own advice at this point, but.)
He could, in theory, help take the edge off. Help him push the pain to the back of his mind, so he could maybe stand up and walk out on his own without throwing up or passing out, but he wasn't exactly feeling charitable right now. He wanted Tony to feel this hangover and really realize what a disaster he'd fallen into this time, because maybe maybe he'd learn something this time. Maybe this was hitting rock bottom, and he'd have no choice but to drag himself back up.]
Welcome back. [He did, at least, keep his voice quiet, even if the disappointment and aggravation was still very apparent.] Pleased with yourself?