"Yeah." He gets to his feet, rather reluctant but aware of the numbness in his extremities. "What do you know. You got me to talk about my family after all."
"Indeed," Charlie murmurs and picks up the thermos. He puts his arm around Bartleby's waist and kisses him. "Or you're just so easy to talk to. Or I want to tell you everything."
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