He honestly wasn't the type to ramble. As a child, when he was nervous, he just clamped his mouth shut and stared wide-eyed until his nerves had settled. Speaking nonsense had never seemed logical. Why continue talking when you had nothing important or worthwhile to say? It was Rosemary's habit of saying absolutely whatever was on her mind that got him started on it and even then, only years and years of knowing her. There were times, he'd admit, that he would join in her odd conversations of nonsense and after half an hour of indulging her, he'd end up speaking nonsense as well and not even realize it until well after the conversation had ended.
Royce was a firm believer in the saying that if one didn't have anything nice or worth saying, it was better to not say anything at all. As well as to always think before speaking. Words were as dangerous as a sword. Once said, they couldn't be unsaid. They could never be forgotten or erased. There was a power in words that the world had so easily forgotten in its growing years.
Much like coherency was something that Charlie's brain had forgotten. And he hadn't been lying when he had told her that her rambling was cute. Practically everything she did could be categorized as such. Except when she was reading animal anatomy books. But the way her lips sometimes moved with the words was cute.
He chuckled again at her expense but only kindly so and out of adoration. "Sorry, didn't mean to compliment you without warning."
When she hit the desk with her despair, arms around her head like a vault, he started to feel bad for teasing her. He closed the distance between them quickly, came up behind her and pulled on her chair, essentially pulling her away from the desk and out of her 'hiding spot' under her arms. "So mental breakdown aside, should I bring anything over for dinner tonight? Chips. Dip. Flowers?"