"So what? We're either in a relationship or nothing?" Charlie asked, as much as he wanted to be with Callum, the thought of avoiding each other and walking on egg shells every day was not an appealing one.
"Fine, it's not my business who you shag, excuse me for thinking we actually gave a damn about each other at some point." Charlie pushed a hand into his hair gripping tight when Callum reminded him of Marlene. "Look I get it, I fucked up then, I didn't even know what we were doing - and I get that I don't have a right to be upset about you fucking someone else, but that doesn't change the fact that I am."
Charlie didn't say anything about Louis, it wouldn't help matters, and he was all ready close enough to the edge as it was. When Callum got to his feet and stood at the stove Charlie rose to, though he didn't move from where he stood. And some how the thought of Callum going to Romania hit him harder than hearing that Louis had almost slept with him. "You don't have to go anywhere. I get it, you don't want to get married, or anything else, I just... don't go."