Charlie rolled his eyes, he still didn't know what to call this "You give me a name and I'll use it," - maybe if they could settle on that then he'd actually have something to call it other than 'this' mixed with vague hand gestures.
"That sounds about right." He chuckled shaking his head, reserves were so much like their own world - they had a certain way of doing things, and it hadn't needed to change despite the world changing around it, so it hadn't. Charlie liked that life on a reserve hadn't changed since he started working on one more than thirty years ago. "You know how we keepers can be."
Charlie wondered when marriage had actually become something he would even let into the realm of possibilities for his life, and figured it was somewhere around the time he met Callum. It figured it'd take a person back from the dead to even make him consider such a thing. "It's not just sex." Charlie agreed. "And I don't know what to call this, I've never been this guy, but I'm not ready to just stop all of this because we're on a reserve." Hell he was going to have to admit it sooner or later, this wasn't just about the sex, and it wasn't just friendship anymore either. "If making this right is what it takes then I can do that."