[There's a beat - a long one where the line of his shoulders comes up and then down again, mouth thinning briefly and brow furrowing. He doesn't take a step back, though part of him wants to. Instead Charlie crosses his arms across his chest, jaw briefly tight.]
Have you ever messed about with my head? [It's a flat question, no venom in it whatsoever.]
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Have you ever messed about with my head? [It's a flat question, no venom in it whatsoever.]