[He leans into the touches, wanting the feeling of Charlie's hands everywhere, because the more he feels that, the less he thinks about anything else. Speeding up the pace just a little, he can't help but lean forward and bury his face in Charlie's shoulder, even if his ribs scream in protest at the awkward position.]
Charlie...
[He says his name with all the reverence that one might say "oh god" with, except that he never says anything like that, and Charlie's name is a whole hell of a lot more important anyway. It's somewhere between a curse and a plea, from the sounds of it. He's not exactly sure what he's pleading for, though.]
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Charlie...
[He says his name with all the reverence that one might say "oh god" with, except that he never says anything like that, and Charlie's name is a whole hell of a lot more important anyway. It's somewhere between a curse and a plea, from the sounds of it. He's not exactly sure what he's pleading for, though.]