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[bloodyrockgod]

[ooc: post first date. yes, seriously messing with milli-time.]

Charlie sits cross-legged on the bed, guitar in his arms, playing a song of happiness.

It was a very good night. Practically perfect. The only thing that would make this better would be to not be alone in the morning--but he tells himself there's plenty of time.

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[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"Uh. Not clearly. Just... sort of vague feelings. If I concentrate. He's not happy, I know that." He sits up. "I don't even know this guy. Why the fuck?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"Did he tell you anything about it? Like, why him? Why you? Why today?" He pulls Bartleby back, stroking his face to calm him--and himself.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"No." Bartleby shakes his head, but settles again. Mostly. "He just looked freaked-out and went away. He said there was someone he could ask."

[bloodyrockgod]

"Can't say that I blame him," Charlie murmurs. "I'd freak out too." He kisses the top of Bartleby's head again. "I'm guessing nothing like that has happened to angels before. Bonding to some random bloke, I mean."

If there's a little pain in his voice, it's not because he wants it there.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

"No. Definitely not." Bartleby kisses Charlie's chin.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Well, if neither of you want it then I'm sure it was some kind of mistake and he'll get it straightened out. You don't need anybody else in your head. 'Cept maybe me and that's just 'cause I'm persistent."

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby has to grin a little. "Yeah. 'Cept you, love."



[ooc: fade to black and get back to the present continuity?]

[bloodyrockgod]

"Right. I dig in and set up house." He knocks his knuckles lightly against Bartleby's temple. "Can't get me out of your head."

He tucks Bartleby's head beneath his chin and closes his eyes.


[ooc: sure thing--schmoop ahoy ;)]

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Bartleby listens to Charlie's heartbeat. "You can't you know," he murmurs, and also closes his eyes.