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Charlie sits in one of the armchairs by the fireplace, drowning in the big back sweatshirt. There are circles under his eyes. There is no guitar in his hands. He's not even humming.

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*he nods and then he walks to the bar, whispering an order before returning a moment later with a lightly steaming mug. He holds it out for Charlie*

Here. It's...what my Aunt Pol used to make for me when I was upset or didn't feel well.

"What is it?" He manages a smile. "Hot milk?"

*he smiles*

Something like that. It's got some other things in it, at least...it does if the bar made it right, like I think it did. But try it.

Charlie gives him a skeptical look, but takes the mug and sips the steaming brew. He blinks a bit. "Hot," he observes.

*a small smile*

Yes. Usually.

"Cheeky," Charlie murmurs and sips a little more.

"Enough about me. How are you doing, and your new wife?"

*he smiles gently before sitting back down on the ground*

She's well enough, as am I. It's not as if we didn't know one another before we were married. She and I traveled for quite some time and...we were really children for a lot of it...but we've figured it out, I think. At least part of the way.

"Figured marriage out, you mean? That's a good thing. Never quite been able to do that, myself."

*he grins*

No, how to...keep things a little peaceful. I'm stubborn and she's...

*he thinks*

Ce'Nedra.

"Well, that's a marriage, too. How to stay together without driving each other mad."

So I'm learning.

*a small smile*

"Hey, it's more than most people ever figure out. My parents--" He scowls. "There were a lot of issues there."

*he shrugs*

I had Aunt Pol...and you didn't argue with her. Or have issues. Or you got a pot or a spoon someplace.

Charlie sips and decides not to bring up the poker.

[ooc: must sleep. later?]

[ooc: sure]

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