[ He lets out a content breath at having Charlie in his arms - through it all, and the constant doubt that plagues him, whenever they're like this, together, everything he's constantly thinking about when he's not with her goes away, replaced by the quiet satisfaction of her presence. ]
Mmm. You're drunk. [ Still, he kisses her, a chast, closed-mouthed, but heartfelt kiss. ] We should get you to bed, babe.
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Mmm. You're drunk. [ Still, he kisses her, a chast, closed-mouthed, but heartfelt kiss. ] We should get you to bed, babe.