"Fine." He does his very best to stare straight ahead, tentatively sipping at the glass of water every now and again. If he stared any harder, the little old woman in front of him might feel it through her seat.
It isn't the trip and it isn't the part where he's getting out of the bloody flat, getting away from his physical therapist and Chinese take out. In fact, until limping his way on board the train, he'd been all for the damn thing. He'd done some extensive googling, maybe had a travel book in his duffel next to his rolled up socks and toothbrush. If anything, it's just the frustration. His bastard leg jamming up on him isn't how he wants this to go and if he can't get through through the train ride without driving them both insane--
The glass is empty before he realizes. Charlie turns it absently, taps it on the tray table. Doesn't want to talk about any of this. "So what's on the itinerary?"
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It isn't the trip and it isn't the part where he's getting out of the bloody flat, getting away from his physical therapist and Chinese take out. In fact, until limping his way on board the train, he'd been all for the damn thing. He'd done some extensive googling, maybe had a travel book in his duffel next to his rolled up socks and toothbrush. If anything, it's just the frustration. His bastard leg jamming up on him isn't how he wants this to go and if he can't get through through the train ride without driving them both insane--
The glass is empty before he realizes. Charlie turns it absently, taps it on the tray table. Doesn't want to talk about any of this. "So what's on the itinerary?"