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[ooc: post David/Charlie. slowtimed. v.v. slowtimed.]

Charlie enters the wear, wearing a green t-shirt that reads "Tis Himself" in gold Celtic-like letters.

His hair is also green.

Please don't ask him to sing "Dannyboy". He might hurt you.

~~[ooc: mun must flee for some obligations. back later. slowtime please?]~~

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"Insanity," Charlie murmurs. "Completely insane. Frequently fun . . . ah, the good old days. But completely crazy."

"It feels like another life, doesn't it?" Liam says softly.

"Yeah. It does." He looks at Liam seriously. "You don't miss it. You'd come back if you did."

Liam sighs.

"I miss the days when it was good, Char. But you know why I can't go back."

"Yeah, I do."

"If it was just the music, the way it used to be once... but I can't do the whole music business thing again."

"I've been thinking . . . when I get back to the real world . . . I'll go into film scoring. Making music without the insanity."

Liam smiles.

"Sounds like a good plan."

"Got to make a living somehow." He smiles dryly. "I'll have a family to support and all. Probably."

"I think it'll suit you", Liam says quietly.

"I got pretty good at evocative music with Yrael for a while there . . . haven't tried since. Um. January."

"I remember. You played me the island."

"Yeah. If I can do that for films it might work out pretty good. Steady work, anyway."

"Sounds like you're on to something."

"Well, you know. Family man and all. Or whatever Claire decides." He frowns a bit. He has no idea how everything is going to work if they get rescued--most importantly, how to get back to Milliways.

"Time enough to work all that out, baby brother", Liam points out.

"Could have a very long time."

"Don't say that."

"It's been nearly a month in island-time, Liam. It's been six months for you with nothing. I don't know how these things normally work but I don't know how long they'll keep looking."

Liam starts to say something, then his head just drops, despairingly.

Charlie leans over and hugs him. "Don't. Don't think that way. Liam . . . come on."

Liam leans into the hug, not looking up.

"You said it, little brother. And you may be right."

"We just need to be ready for all possibilities," Charlie says comfortingly. "I could be entirely wrong. I hope I am--I want us all to come home."

Liam looks up at him with clear eyes and says, "You're not going to get rescued here. And Claire doesn't want to leave."

"All I can do there is wait. I'd rather wait here. And not just because the beer's better." He tries to smile at his weak joke.