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Charlie ambles downstairs. He's wearing Bartleby's sweatshirt again. Yes, it's big enough to fit a small island nation inside. It's also warm.

He sits at the bar and looks around.

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". . . oh. Sounds, um. Not fun.

"Seth's fine. Sleeping okay. It's been a rough couple of days for us, though, Claire hasn't been sleeping well, and I haven't for a long time. I'm used to it, though."

"Oh." Chloe was curious about Charlie's insomnia, damn her nature, but she didn't want to push.

"Well, it is good that Seth's sleeping alright. Oh! Were you here for the werewolf attack?" Chloe's eyes grew wide. "Did you get hurt?" Chloe's sensing something in Charlie that is vaguely familiar to her.

"No, I wasn't. My friend Richard was, though. He's being looked after."

"That's great that he's ok. I was Healed by Hawkins. Actually, I think I keep missing him. I feel bad, I don't think I properly thanked him. I owe him my life. Hell, I owe a tree outside my life. I've been meaning to come get some seeds from the Bar. I want to plant something to replace the tree Hawkins killed to save me."

She bites the inside of her cheek.

"I've rambling though. Have you written any songs lately?"

Chloe sees something in Charlie. Something. What the Hell is it?!?!

"Hawkins," Charlie murmurs. "He's . . . interesting.

"I haven't written anything lately. Bit stuck."

"He is. I don't know him well, he seemed to be a quote unquote man of few words." Chloe actually makes finger quotes.

"Have you tried going back to the island? Maybe you'll get inspiration?"

"Yeah, I've been back."

He drinks his hot chocolate.

Oh God that's it.

"Charlie, you can tell me to f- off if I have no business asking you this, but, well, I've been sensing something in you that was in my friend Andrew after his 'accident'. Did anything happen to you on the island?"

He looks down at his cup. "Yes. Something happened. I don't want to talk about it."

Chloe nods and sits uncomfortably for a few minutes.
"Well, if you ever need to, since Andrew's accident, I'm better at handling bad stuff. If you need to talk. Of course, I imagine you've got others to talk to. And Seth to take your mind of the negativity."

She snorts.
"I sound like a psychologist. That can't be good. My mother told me I could never be a psychologist. Something about relating to people. How I can't or something." She snickers uneasily.

"You do fine," Charlie murmurs. "I'm okay. I just have a lot of things to think about."

"Yes. I've been doing a lot of thinking. Most of which seems to have screwed me royally."

"Huh. I tend to get in trouble when I'm not thinking enough."

"I'm by nature very analytical. That's more than likely the problem."

"I'm not. My boyfriend used to say--says--he says my mind's chaotic. I tell him he should try living there."

Chloe laughs. "Your boyfriend sounds like my friend Andrew."

"He's a good bloke," Charlie murmurs. "If you don't mind, Chloe, it's been a long day, I'm going to head up. See you later, yeah?"

[ooc: wrap. gotta sleep.]

"Of course! Sleep well!" She nods slightly to Charlie's retreating figure.

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