[By the time Connor makes his way back, Charlie's already well on his way to recapturing his bearings if not his dignity. Christ, he's going to have a bruise there for a goddamn week and--
He's not actually on his feet yet, but that doesn't stop him from rounding on Connor the moment it becomes an option.] What the hell's your problem? You shouldn't be leaping about like a bloody madman, you wanker!
[Charlie Cutter: good for every single britishism ever, sorry Connor.]
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He's not actually on his feet yet, but that doesn't stop him from rounding on Connor the moment it becomes an option.] What the hell's your problem? You shouldn't be leaping about like a bloody madman, you wanker!
[Charlie Cutter: good for every single britishism ever, sorry Connor.]