Re: Meaghan and Charlie
She nodded, her heart in her throat. There were so many other things she wanted to say to him but the time and the moment weren't right, so instead she just cleared her throat and said, "You're welcome, Charlie. I mean it, if you...you're not alone. You can always talk to me about anything," she said quietly.
She handed the jacket back reluctantly, the night air still rushing by, but she felt oddly immune to its chill. "I suppose I should," she said, and caught his eye. His eyes were really soulful, she realized. They said more, she thought, than his words did. She smiled and took his hand, giving it a small squeeze before she walked past him, into the flat before she could do or say something stupid to ruin the small interlude they had. Her heart was racing, and she ran to find Barry, to hug him quickly and to leave. Because this night couldn't get any better for her than that, despite his hurt. And she she felt warm, even when she arrived back at the cold night air of Portree.