[Ariadne's lips twitch. Somehow, she thought he might find that amusing, even in his current state of misery.]
I wasn't party to any yelling. [Charles knows better than to yell at someone where other people might hear, after all.
She shoves her hands in her pockets and squats down so he doesn't have to look up at her. That's way too awkward, for both of them.]
Yeah, you were. Did you think you were gonna build something out of Jesse's scrap wood? Or just paint a pretty picture? [Her voice doesn't carry any kind of accusation in it - she actually just wants to know why he chose the art room, or if it was... just an easy target.]
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I wasn't party to any yelling. [Charles knows better than to yell at someone where other people might hear, after all.
She shoves her hands in her pockets and squats down so he doesn't have to look up at her. That's way too awkward, for both of them.]
Yeah, you were. Did you think you were gonna build something out of Jesse's scrap wood? Or just paint a pretty picture? [Her voice doesn't carry any kind of accusation in it - she actually just wants to know why he chose the art room, or if it was... just an easy target.]