[Charles is already filled with a ridiculous amount of sentiment. His initial arrival had been a slow ease (or at least it felt slow), but once the inital shock and disorientation had settled, it had been frighteningly easy to resign himself to starting over. If, of course, he swallowed back the feelings of loss and relegated them to a sense of hope that time worked the way it should back home, however unfounded that might be. To find out after all this mental steeling that the mansion still existed (or existed in its image, the semantic didn't so much matter) had been almost enough to break down then all over again.
He carries with him that same (validating) comfort, and with it the curiosity of what this new home-that-isn't has brought with it.
As he enters, he gets the sense that he isn't the only one overwhelmed and a little surprised. That "intuition" (if one can all that sense intuition and not simply cheating) is proven right as he faces Jean in the foyer, looking every bit startled. (Astonished, maybe?) He smiles.]
Jean. [A pause, and he grows just a little wary that something is wrong. Beyond the fact that she's here...or that here exists.] Have I grown a second head?
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He carries with him that same (validating) comfort, and with it the curiosity of what this new home-that-isn't has brought with it.
As he enters, he gets the sense that he isn't the only one overwhelmed and a little surprised. That "intuition" (if one can all that sense intuition and not simply cheating) is proven right as he faces Jean in the foyer, looking every bit startled. (Astonished, maybe?) He smiles.]
Jean. [A pause, and he grows just a little wary that something is wrong. Beyond the fact that she's here...or that here exists.] Have I grown a second head?