[His dad knows his name! Not that Charlie had any doubts (he doesn't know how this whole godly parent thing works still,) but that is so. Cool.
The next thing that comes out of his face is something like a happy squeal: AHHHHHHDAD before he takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself down
It sort of helps.]
I won't, I promise! I don't think I can have a heart attack, I'm not old or anything. ...Unless twelve is old. Is twelve old? I don't think twelve is old.
[His normal stream-of-consciousness babble is rushed and a little nervous, and he fidgets with the paper, pushes his sunglasses to his forehead, anything to keep his hands busy.]
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The next thing that comes out of his face is something like a happy squeal: AHHHHHHDAD before he takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself down
It sort of helps.]
I won't, I promise! I don't think I can have a heart attack, I'm not old or anything. ...Unless twelve is old. Is twelve old? I don't think twelve is old.
[His normal stream-of-consciousness babble is rushed and a little nervous, and he fidgets with the paper, pushes his sunglasses to his forehead, anything to keep his hands busy.]
Can... Can I give you a hug?