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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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"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.

Liam is not entirely reassured.

"I'm not saying I want you to go back and not come here any more. I don't, I'd never get to see you if you did that. But, Charlie... if there was a rescue boat, how would you know?"

"Time doesn't--" He's not sure anymore. Both Hurley and Sun have referred to events he hasn't experienced.

"They'll look for us, I hope."

"Who? Claire and Sawyer are more or less permanently here now... I guess there's Walt..."

"There's forty people on that island, about five of which know about this place. There's Sayid and Sun came in today too and Hurley, in addition to the rest of us."

Liam nods, trying to hold onto the hope Charlie's offering.

"I s'pose... the Landlord's letter did make it sound like you would be rescued..."

"Yes, it did. So I'm fairly sure, one way or another, it will happen.

"But nothing's determined. We all know that."

"Yeah, I know." He smiles weakly.

He hugs Liam again and kisses his hair. "Hope, bro. Hope springs eternal and all that."

He nods again.

"Trying to hold onto that. Really. I just want you home."

"I know. I will be. Someday. Hopefully soon. And we've got the bar until then."

"That we do." The smile's stronger now.

"See? It's not all gloom and doom."

Liam chuckles, just a little ruefully, and musses Charlie's hair.

"Not when you're around, baby brother. It never was."

Charlie grabs Liam's face and blows a loud raspberry on his neck.

Liam yelps, trying to pull away in startlement. Then he grins and retaliates with tickling.

Charlie yelps but reacts with dertimnation--he's been playing piano and guitar every day for hours for the last five months. They're stronger.

This is a good point. But Liam's bigger. He's not giving up that easily.