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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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"That must be the reason for the size of that thing. Sheesh. Makes me twitch just to look at it."

He looks uneasily at it.

"I know, and i've never been good about getting shots in the first place. But Loki will be there with us. He said he would try to help as best he can."

"I'm sure he'll be able to handle it. The divine thing and all."

"Aye, he will, and David and Amadeo will be there with us. I'll be fine. 'sjust one night."

"Good," he says, still wary about the syringe. "Once won't be so bad . . . better than forever and always." He shivers.

*nods*

"It'll be over and done with this way."

*smiles at him*

"Liam said you had company last night."

"Um. Yeah."

Smiles and nods.

"Good for you. You deserve a bit of happiness and comfort."

He smiles wryly and says, "You think so?"

*nods*

"I do. It's been a horrid couple of months for you."

Charlie bites his lip and wonders if Richard is right--not about the difficult few months, he knows that well enough, but whether he deserves any relief from them.

"If sex could relieve all of my worries--well. Best not to start thinking that way."

"Well, it's not a panacea, but it's a nice way to relieve stress."

He grins.

"True enough," Charlie murmurs. He curls up towards Richard and says quietly, "It was David. Of course it was David. No one soothes me the way David does."

He smiles and settles against Charlie.

"David is wonderful. I'm glad it was him."

"He is," Charlie agrees quietly.

Richard puts a hand on his back and rubs.

"You all right, Charlie?"

"The usual day-after guilt, that's all. Hard not to think about what might have been if I'd just been a better boyfriend." And all the other repercussions that come along with it.

"You can't think like that, though. Takes two to make a relationship work."

"I know . . . some of the consequences of my choices have been hard to live with, that's all. Bartleby wouldn't be trapped in Purgatory if he hadn't've come to save me--maybe I never would have gone to the island, never have died, never have put anyone through all that. Maybe things would be a lot simpler. I don't know."

"You can't know how any of that would have gone. Could have just as easily been David with you on the island instead of Bartleby. He was mortal at the time."

He sighs.

"And I blame myself for loosing Bartleby to Purgatory. I never wanted to exchange one man for another."

Charlie presses both hands to his mouth a moment, breathing deeplyl, and then says in a thick voice, "I'd gladly take his place. Gladly."

Richard pulls him into a tight hug.

"I'm so sorry."

"Fuck," Charlie mutters into his shirt and then accepts the hug, pressing his face into Richard and whimpering as he tries not to break down.

He fails utterly. "I want him home. I want him home. I want him home."

Richard holds him tightly and strokes his hair.

"I know, I know, I'm so sorry, you know he'll come right home to you the minute he can."

Charlie shakes his head, not looking up. "It could be years. It could be forever. I could be long dead before they let him go."