[He has to smile a little at that, leaning into Charlie just slightly, reassured by his presence. It's true; he gets melancholy, and when he gets that way, he tends to put up as many walls as possible. Charlie rarely allows it.]
Okay. No more of that melancholic fucking bullshit.
[Or at least, he'll try. There's still worry written all over his face.]
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Okay. No more of that melancholic fucking bullshit.
[Or at least, he'll try. There's still worry written all over his face.]