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*after the weeks he'd had, Charles would love to enjoy the days of peace that followed the angels. He'd recognized that the angels themselves has disappeared, or at least permanently become statues, and normally he'd be able to rest in relief, but...

But the other presence had only gotten worse, and for two days he's been in a constant state of tense. Helping Sam hadn't decreased the feeling, in fact, forcing his way past images of hell only made it worse. Not that he ever came close to regretting that. The man desperately needed help, and Charles thought he was doing a good job in keeping him from mentally imploding.

And yet...this presence was creeping along him, feeding off the pain, and the anxiety Charles experienced building that wall.

He hasn't been able to sleep, so he'd made himself a cup of coffee and holed up in the library with a book, where he can be found now. It was quite as familiar as his own library, but big enough that he felt he could make himself right at home sitting here for a few hours. The books in front of him were a lengthy set of research journals based on the reality and physics of a world he'd never heard of, so Charles was pouring over the text in an effort to distract himself from the feeling of Impending Doom.

Feel free to come across him and realize this man hasn't had a decent night's sleep since the month started.*

((presuming this happens sometime after Charles finishes helping Sam))

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[Ignoring the book he was holding, she shifts onto his lap so she can reach his temples easily.]

I'm sure I can grant you a little respite, enough to at least get some sleep if you can.

[and with that, her hands go on his temples. Although he still wont's feel her as much more than a warm presence herself, he'll find himself with a nice, warm floaty feeling in his mind. it will at least dull some of the other, if not block it out completely. There's a little patch in the garden that she's been connecting herself to to create an area of peace for herself... and he should feel very connected with the flowers and plants there, as if he can feel them living.

Yes, she's opened up as much of her mind as she can (without his head exploding) to afford him some peace.]

*now that's a strange, and completely welcome feeling. He's never been able to connect with plant-life before. The presence wasn't quite gone, but he was no longer paying attention to it. This was more peace than he was ever used to feeling, and he quite forgot that essentially there was a woman in his lap.

Making a soft, grateful sound in his throat, Charles slumps in the chair, relaxed. all at once the month's full exhaustion rests on his shoulder, enough that not even gallons of caffeine could keep him from napping for at least a couple hours*

[She chuckles, and shifts back onto the chair, just sitting and keeping the connection open as much as she can to keep him resting peacefully.]