[It takes some effort to pull his face away from Charlie's shoulder, to pull back enough to look into his face -- and there's no way he's getting off of his lap yet, because that would require a type of energy he doesn't seem to possess at the moment -- but he manages, somehow. Being called beautiful always does strange things to him. He doesn't think he is. Most people don't. But Charlie does. It's odd, that that matters so much.
He strokes Charlie's hair almost affectionately, some of the tension gone from his face.]
I missed you.
[It's not exactly what he wants to say, and it sure as hell comes out sounding sappier than he meant it to, but it'll have to do.]
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He strokes Charlie's hair almost affectionately, some of the tension gone from his face.]
I missed you.
[It's not exactly what he wants to say, and it sure as hell comes out sounding sappier than he meant it to, but it'll have to do.]