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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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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."

And Richard knows all of that. He just didn't want to say it.

"Well, I hope that it isn't.....I'm so very sorry, Charlie."

"I miss him. I miss him so much."

"I know. I miss him too. Not in the same way that you do, but still."

He pulls back and tries to get himself under control again. "Oh, Richard. I'd do anything to have him back. Touch him one more time." He sniffles and wipes his eyes. "Damn it."

Richard hands Charlie a napkin. He understands about the Stupid Candle Smoke.

"I know that you would. I wish there was a way for me to help."

"Not even Death could do anything. If she can't no one can."

"No. I think that we can only wait and see."

He starts rubbing Charlie's back again.

Charlie leans against him and takes deep breaths. "I'm trying to be patient. It's hard. It's so hard. There's so much I want to tell him."

Richard hugs him again.

"Maybe you could write it all down for him. Make a book of everything he's missed."

"I keep a journal. It's not the same. And I can't show him how Seth turns his head at the sound of my voice in a book."

"I know it's not the same. Nothing and no-one else will be Bartleby."

He nods, eyes shut. "Loving someone isn't supposed to hurt so much."

"No, it isn't. Fate's a bitch sometimes."

Richard leans his forehead against Charlie's.

"But it was good while you had him. I know you wouldn't give that up."

"It was. It was good. It was tender and sweet." He lets out a breath.

Richard smiles a little now.

"I'm glad you had that with him."

Charlie nods. "I don't fall in love, Richard. Three times in my life, maybe. And this--God, it's wrecking me."

He nods too. "I don't know what I'd do without Amadeo."

"And he won't ever grow old, won't ever die," Charlie muses, and buries his head in his hands again. After a moment he lifts it again. "I'm going to bed. If you see my brother, will you tell him I've gone up?"

He says softly, "But I will." and nods, "I'll tell him. Good night, Charlie."

"Mortals loving immortals," Charlie says as he rises. "Hard to know who it hurts more.

"Good night."

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