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Bronco distanced himself again. Charles could not help but feel the screaming desire to sink his teeth into something — something of his own, tear at it in anger and scream just so that the screaming would be there like it should be. He fought this desire tooth and nail, not wanting to look the idiot in front of Bronco, while his eyes were still wild and far from their usual self.

Bronco's words barely registered. His mom? Oh, she was a leader. Charles just nodded a strangled nod, finding it too difficult to muster any words; hard to spend any energy not fighting his weirdest deepest desires. He didn't even like, want to, at all. He wanted quiet and calm and relax and forgetting about everything that had happened, all that he had seen. Then why was it screaming at him that this was how it was supposed to go down?