As strange as all of this is, Chuck relaxes a little when his jacket wraps around her, some of the tension leaving his shoulders as he lets out a breath. It doesn't change the fact that something obviously fucked up happened to bring her here in this state, but at least she doesn't have to just lie around naked on the beach, and he doesn't have to try to keep his eyes carefully averted while also explaining what's going on. Telling someone about Darrow is usually difficult enough under the best of circumstances. This... It's something else entirely, and nothing he could have predicted.
"Trust me, I'm definitely not one of those," he says wryly. "My name's Chuck."
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Date: 2017-03-02 12:11 am (UTC)"Trust me, I'm definitely not one of those," he says wryly. "My name's Chuck."