He shot Macnair a thoroughly unimpressed look when he pointed out how many days were in March as if he had been a fool not to notice. Obviously there was one more day but he'd booked one day off work and the 31st didn't fall on a weekend. Yes, he could have changed his proposal plans or not challenged Macnair to a duel in the first place but both options he refused to consider and maintained that they had been unavoidable. What hadn't been unavoidable was the date of the duel but Macnair had been more stubborn than a mule about that and so really, once again, it was his fault.
Charles could trace the blame for his current predicament back to Macnair a thousand different ways and annoyingly he still felt some revolting shred of gratitude somehow. Recognizing that it was probably the natural moment to thank the other man for what he'd done, Charles remained uncomfortably silent at first. "I suppose... I owe you," he muttered reluctantly.
This was just great. What sort of alcohol-infused fever dream delirium had possessed him to think picking a fight with Macnair with a hole in his stomach was in any way a good idea? Yes, he still wanted to avenge himself but now he was in this situation which was infinitely worse. Wait... Where was he? He was pretty sure he knew where he was, it was the obvious conclusion to draw, but he really didn't want to believe it. "This isn't the house is it? Your house, your family's house?" He had to leave anyway, he had work in... Probably not enough hours to get a decent night of sleep, but no one in the house could know he was there, Tatiana couldn't know he was there.
Charles could trace the blame for his current predicament back to Macnair a thousand different ways and annoyingly he still felt some revolting shred of gratitude somehow. Recognizing that it was probably the natural moment to thank the other man for what he'd done, Charles remained uncomfortably silent at first. "I suppose... I owe you," he muttered reluctantly.
This was just great. What sort of alcohol-infused fever dream delirium had possessed him to think picking a fight with Macnair with a hole in his stomach was in any way a good idea? Yes, he still wanted to avenge himself but now he was in this situation which was infinitely worse. Wait... Where was he? He was pretty sure he knew where he was, it was the obvious conclusion to draw, but he really didn't want to believe it. "This isn't the house is it? Your house, your family's house?" He had to leave anyway, he had work in... Probably not enough hours to get a decent night of sleep, but no one in the house could know he was there, Tatiana couldn't know he was there.
