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Charlie has his guitar, playing quietly. He's in a sentimental mood.

I roll the window down and then begin to breathe in
the darkest country road and the strong scent of evergreen
from the passenger seat as you are driving me home
Then looking upwards I strained my eyes and try to
tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
from the passenger seat as you are driving me home
Do they collide? I ask and you smile.
With my feet on the dash, the world doesn't matter.
When you feel embarrassed then I'll be your pride
When you need directions then I'll be the guide for all time
for all time...

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Unsurprisingly, there's a Darien who's head is on his thigh, listening and faintly dozing.

It's difficult to pet and play guitar at the same time. Petting will have to come later. He does look down at Darien fondly as he sings.

Darien can pet, one hand idly running along the top of Charlie's foot.

Charlie's foot twitches. "Was there something you were wantin', love?" Charlie asks quietly.

He shakes his head.

He's just content to laze at the moment.

Charlie smiles and bends a moment to kiss the top of Darien's head.

He starts to play again, slowing this song down and singing it tenderly.

I was on the outside when you said
You said you needed me
I was looking at myself
I was blind, I could not see

A boy tries hard to be a man
His mother takes him by his hand
If he stops to think he starts to cry
Oh why

If you walkaway, walkaway
I walkaway, walkaway...I will follow

If you walkaway, walkaway
I walkaway, walkaway...I will follow

I was on the inside
When they pulled the four walls down
I was looking through the window
I was lost, I am found

Walkaway, walkaway
I walkaway, walkaway...I will follow
If you walkaway, walkaway,
I walkaway, walkaway...I will follow
I will follow

Your eyes make a circle
I see you when I go in there
Your eyes, your eyes...

If you walkaway, walkaway
I walkaway, walkaway..I will follow

If you walkaway, walkaway
I walkaway, walkaway...I will follow

I will follow
I will follow...

A pretty bright guy by the name of Chalmers once wrote that 'the Grand essentials of happiness are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.' Now, I'm pretty sure I hadn't been looking for any of those things and knowing my luck, if I was? I wouldn't have found them. But I'm looking at Charlie and all I can think is 'what if they're all the same thing?'

"Anything I say right now, up to and including 'would you like some grey poupon?' would sound cheesy and cliche right now, so I think I'm going to just smile and lay here and let you know that I'm a big pile of mush. Did you hear me, Mister Pace? Mush."

Charlie laughs. "Not my intention, Mr. Fawkes, but I think I appreciate the sentiment.

"Just in a mood. Must be the season or summat."

"Fibber."

he's still grinning, though. Then he remembers something and decides he might want to tell Charlie about it.

"I met your brother today. Liam? Seems pretty cool."

"You did?" He smiles, looking down at the guitar frets. "He is pretty cool. We've been close most of our lives."

He nods.

"That's cool. Wish I could say the same. Me and my brother? Not really so close."

That...is an understatment.

"It took some work after the band fell apart," Charlie admits. "We fought a lot during all of that."

"We fought a lot...all the time."

"It happens," Charlie says quietly, stroking Darien's back. "Brothers fight. Liam and I are a lot alike, I think that was always a big part of it.

"Of course, he's the steady family man now."

"Couldn't get two more opposite kids than me and Kevin. He was the rising star and I was...erm..."

Not.

"The glowering cloud?" Charlie guesses and kisses him.

"The black sheep problem child."

And he prolongs the kiss because it feels good and talking about this doesn't.

"Maybe so but you're my problem child now."

Kissing Darien is like jumping up and down and shouting YES over and over.

...he's not opposed to there being jumping up and down and shouting yes over and over.

"Sounds good to me, babe."

"Get up here," Charlie says and puts the guitar aside. "Time for a cuddle again, I'd say."

He grins and lifts himself with one arm before pulling Charlie down.

"Down's easier."

With a slight yelp Charlie lets hismelf be pulled off the couch and onto Darien's lap. "Oh, hello," he says innocently.

Darien smirks and runs his hand across Charlie's shoulder to cup the back of his head.

"Hello, handsome."

He puts on a very terrible Southern accent, "Why, Mr. Fawkes, do you have intentions towards my honor?"

It's really, really terrible.

He winces.

"Not anymore?"

And he gives a mock snort before turning his nose up...for about three milliseconds.

Then Charlie is quite thoroughly kissed.

"Cheeseball."