Well, a letter's a good start.

[Little by little, Louis starts to relax. He doesn't put Chairles away (you don't live as long as he has through his by making dumbass life choices, but he does move to rest it against his leg. ]

You're telling me. One minute, you're dealing with whatever bullshit you've got going on and then suddenly you're somewhere else, being told you're in another world. It's a whole lot. But hey, thanks for trying to explain it.