The longer he crouches here beside her, easier though it may be now that she's got his jacket on, the more apparent Chuck finds it that he really doesn't know what he's doing. It isn't as if this is something he could have prepared for, and while it seems, at least to him, that she's dealing with this as well as anyone in her position could, there's a largely unfamiliar worry twisting in his chest. He's never been any good at caring about people, and she's a stranger, just some girl who showed up here under the worst possible circumstances. There's no one else, though, and someone ought to be here for her, to try to help her, inadequate as he might be.
"Hi, Laura," he says, an echo of her phrasing, though without her accompanying lilt. He can't help frowning, anyway, glancing at her hands when she looks at them, wondering again what in the hell must have happened to her before figuring that just the sight of her tells him enough. "Listen, I... You don't need to tell me anything, but do you think you need to see a doctor?"
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Date: 2017-03-13 07:56 am (UTC)"Hi, Laura," he says, an echo of her phrasing, though without her accompanying lilt. He can't help frowning, anyway, glancing at her hands when she looks at them, wondering again what in the hell must have happened to her before figuring that just the sight of her tells him enough. "Listen, I... You don't need to tell me anything, but do you think you need to see a doctor?"