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Charlie, guitar, waffles. Nothing unusual here.

He sees David and ponders a moment--they haven't really talked since Saturday night out by the lake, and it'd be good to know they're okay.

He finishes his tea and brings the guitar and himself to the couches.

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Charlie pulls Adam into his room, glad to see the door to Claire's is closed. He does not want to explain this.

He puts the guitar down in its corner and pulls Adam to him, kissing him fiercely. God he needs this. Needs.



[occ: adult content. boy-kissin'. the usual.]