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video; Day 101

[Hello, sweet cape dwellers. Did you miss this particularly obnoxious curly Italian gangster? No? Too bad, because here he is far too close to your screen, clutching his head like he has the hangover of a century. The footage is spotty, the audio coming in and out and the video often out of focus, but what's abundantly clear is that Charlie's back, and not entirely pleased about it.]

Fuckin-

Jesus, what the fucking hell is this-

will someone get me-

[At last the video clears enough to show Charlie, looking angry but unharmed, somewhere on the waterfront.]

Someone tell me what the -

going on?

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You made bread? What the fuck happened?

[He's about to finish with 'while I was gone' but... that feels a little too much like admitting he WAS gone, and he's not sure he's quite ready to go there yet.]

[There're two or three liquor bottles lying on the bedroom floor that could probably answer that question far more honestly than he could, but he just shrugs.]

It was something to do. A productive distraction.

You get fucking weird when you're on your own.

[But Meyer is smiling at last and that makes him smile and throw an arm around his shoulder again, shaking him a little.]

So don't disappear anymore, and I won't have to get weird.

[The teasing tone in his voice is probably only slightly disguising the fact that he's definitely leaning into Charlie as soon as Charlie puts his arm around him. He still feels hungover, and the surge of relief that had come when he'd realized Charlie was back has left him feeling almost exhausted.]

[He can't really figure out how to answer that question without outright lying, and worst of all Meyer being able to tell he's lying. So instead he leans down and kisses him, and hopes that says more.]

[Kisses are better than just about anything else. They don't require emotional discussion, for one thing, and it gives him the sense that Charlie is really here. So although he feels stupidly needy when he leans into the kiss to prolong it, he's not going to feel too bad about it, either. It's better, he thinks, than the alternative, which would be fussing over Charlie until he got fed up with it.]

[It really is so much easier to just kiss Meyer, rather than trying to tell him everything he's feeling about how thinking he left him on his own leaves a fucking hole in his gut. So he wraps both arms around Meyer and holds him just about as tight as he thinks he's going to allow and kisses him back with everything he's got.]

[Even if Charlie holding him tightly makes him wince a little -- those goddamn ribs, still not healed enough not to be a nuisance -- he doesn't have any intention of pulling away. What he'd like to say is "I missed you," but that seems inane and clingy for Charlie not even having been gone four full days. That doesn't mean he can't tangle his fingers in Charlie's hair, though, just to keep him close and reassure himself that, for the moment, at least, they're both here and both okay.]

[He hums into Meyer's mouth at that, because he can always predict almost to the second when Meyer's going to start tugging at his hair and it's hilarious and heartbreaking all at once. The couch is just steps away from them right now and he wants them to be on, preferably with far fewer clothes. He backs Meyer up, walking them there until they bump into the armrest.]

[Right now, he'd probably go just about anywhere Charlie directed him, he's just so relieved to have him back. There're a million questions going through his head, but he knows Charlie can't answer any of them -- where has he been, what happened while he was there, how did he get back, will he disappear again? They're not worthy of asking. He'll mull them over in his own head later that night, he's sure. It will keep him awake, as his worries often do.

For now, he's content to just let his mind be as blank as possible, to concentrate on the reality that Charlie's back. He practically topples over the armrest, laughing against Charlie's mouth as he does so.]

[A hand stays firm around Meyer's waist, keeping him close as he laughs back.

He eases them down, crawling over Meyer until he's stretched out over him on the couch, familiar and beautiful.]

[It's probably obvious how very intently he's focusing upon not talking, upon not interrogating Charlie. He's good at restraining himself, in general, but overthinking and overanalyzing things is how he expresses his care for someone. At this moment, though, he's glad to have Charlie's familiar weight on him -- Charlie keeps him grounded, although a casual observer might think it was the opposite way around.]

[He pauses, leaning up on his elbows just long enough to tug his t-shirt up and over his head. He may still find it odd wandering around in the functional equivalent of an undershirt in public, but he's not going to complain when it makes it so much easier to undress.

He doesn't speak, as much as he wants to, only tosses the shirt over the side of the couch and goes back to kissing Meyer. He normally likes that they can talk when they're like this, breathless comments and directions and jabs between kisses. But today's not a normal day, and he's not sure what the etiquette is.]

[Today isn't a normal day, not at all, and even were it not immediately obvious to both of them, he's making it extremely obvious now by the way he studies Charlie's body, running his fingers across his skin, looking intently for any signs of injury, anything that Charlie might not be aware of or might be hiding.

He's still not used to the fact that they're dressed in these ridiculous modern clothes; it makes him feel almost naked. He'd taken for granted how protected his many layers had made him feel back home, but in this ridiculous t-shirt, there's only one layer between his skin and Charlie's skin. Something about that feels good, but something about it feels strangely vulnerable, too. There're about a million things he wants to say, but every time he pauses to say something, he thinks better of it.]

[He needs to stop kissing Meyer for a while, needs to lean up and study his face for a while. He likes the way Meyer is running his hands over him, but he can tell from his face, the way he keeps taking in a sharp breath like he's going to speak any minute and then deciding against it, that it's not for the usual reasons. So he just fixes Meyer with a raised eyebrow, hand cupped on the side of his face.]

You're thinking again, Meyer, and it's fucking killing me. Come out, outs with it already.

[He shakes his head apologetically, fingers still running over Charlie's skin lazily.]

It's not like I can turn off my brain.

[Though it would be so convenient if he could.]

I don't like not having any idea what's going to happen. I don't like knowing you could disappear again.

I ain't exactly a big fan of the ideas, neither.

[He tugs on the neckline of Meyer's shirt, pressing a slow kiss onto his collar bone.]

[The kiss is just inches away from the nasty scar on his collarbone, but somehow, concerns about his own physical well being in this place aren't what bothers him, though of course he's reminded of his injuries simply by having Charlie's lips so close to one of them.]

I'm not content not knowing. I don't even know where you were. You don't know where you were. Doesn't that bother you?

[Jesus, Meyer. Charlie makes a very perturbed noise right into his sternum. In fact he'll just stay with his face pressed here for a few moments.]

You think it don't? I let myself think about its too long I'm gonna fucking punch something.

[He sighs, running his fingers through Charlie's hair. He doesn't want his mind to keep going over and over this, if only because it obviously bothers Charlie.]

Okay. We won't think about it.

We'll thinks about it in the morning, yeah?

[Look, he's compromising. He's also tugging up Meyer's shirt so he can kiss him just under his navel.]

Okay.

[Scheduled worrying time. He can get behind that. He can also laugh quietly when Charlie kisses his stomach -- it's always been one of his more sensitive spots, and he's generally not fond of having it exposed, but this is Charlie, and Charlie gets away with just about anything.]

[He loves the sound of Meyer laughing, especially since it's not a sound anyone else gets to hear much, if at all. He kisses him there again, followed by a light nip.]

Any food showed up while I were gone?

[If he wants laughter, he's getting it. Meyer isn't exactly the loudest laugher -- even his genuinely amused laughs are barely audible, but Charlie seems to be able to coax them from him anyway.]

Just the bread Ned and I made. Oh, and there's about half a bottle of liquor.

[Oooh, liquor! Charlie lifts his head up to give Meyer a grin.]

Someone's been holding out booze on us?

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