Uhmmm possible tvbucket fic snippet???? We’ll see ig
“Charlie, I’m right here. I’m right in front of you. Time and time again, I keep trying to reach out and help but you just run away and act like nothing is happening.” Mike holds the notebook in his hand, the writing on the pages is clearly not his, too neat.
Charlie stays silent, he won’t respond, he won’t even try. He just looks away, trying so desperately not to look at the other for fear it might hurt him.
“I don’t want you to just live in radio silence. I want you to be okay, okay? I need you to talk to me- to Violet or Veruca, even! Just talk to us. Please.” He’s practically pleading, almost tearing up in such a non-typical-Mike way that Charlie almost wants to laugh.
Any other day this would be reversed, Charlie would be chiding the other about opening up and communicating clearly. instead of letting his anger bottle up and overflow. Any other day, Charlie would be sitting there ignoring his own hypocrisy.
“I’m sorry.” Is all he can mutter out. Because his emotions do not boil over, he doesn’t seeth or get angry. he lets the bottle fill up to the point where there’s cracks with water spilling out the sides. Charlie can’t respond with frustration because he’s not a frustrated person, he’s just sad. And he doesn’t really even know why.