Even as she spoke Charles lay his head on his hand ever so casually, two fingers snaking up to his temple. The silence had been enough to tip him off that whatever reason she was giving him, wasn’t the reason.
Oh Goddess of Death?… Now it was his turn to fall silent for a few seconds, his brow furrowed as he puzzled over her thoughts. Upon registering the second silence he blinked and removed his hand from his temple, straightening up in his chair.
"I’m surprised," he told her. "Genetics, mutations- loads of people just think it’s hogwash. But enough on me," he said, leaning forward on his desk, his hands clasped. "Let’s talk about you."
Something was off, it wasn’t obvious,
for if it was she’d have picked it up the
moment he began talking. No, this was
something new. A new something,
something else, but what?
It was then she noted every detail
of their past conversation. Hela didn’t
recognize that she was focusing on
the wrong thing. Anxiety brewed within
her, his words snapped her out of
the fog of thought.
”What is it you’d like to know?“