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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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"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.

One thing has always reduced Liam to giggling jelly--Charlie yanks up Liam's shirt and blows another raspberry on his stomach.

Liam yelps again, laughing, and tries to pull his shirt out of Charlie's hands.

"Get off!"

"Ha!" He grabs Liam's arm and tries to twist it. "Say uncle!"

"No!" He starts tickling Charlie again with his free hand.

"Ack!" He lurches away from him.

Liam snickers and goes after him.

"No-no-no-no-no-" Charlie chants even though he knows it's truly useless, between laughing and squirming.

"I win again!" Liam proclaims in triumph.

"You cheat!"

"And you don't?"