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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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"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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