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[bloodyrockgod]

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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[bloodyrockgod]

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

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*he grins*

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

*he thinks*

Ce'Nedra.

[bloodyrockgod]

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

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

So I'm learning.

*a small smile*

[bloodyrockgod]

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

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

*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.

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie sips and decides not to bring up the poker.


[ooc: must sleep. later?]

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

[ooc: sure]