"That's how it works, doesn't it? You are or aren't. You can't be in an almost relationship. We work together, we do what needs to be done tonight, but our private lives have to stay separate." He couldn't imagine any other way to do things.
"Why the fuck does it matter?" Callum turned around and glared at Charlie. "We were living in a bloody bubble, but it meant nothing, because the moment we got out into the real world, everything ended in a few hours. How much did it even mean if that's how long it lasted out here? Time to get set up and move completely and it's over."
Callum shook his head. "You're wrong. I have to leave. I can't do this here. Don't you get it? Since coming back, the three constants have been Alastor, Baron and you. Let's just say that Alastor and I have our disagreements at the moment. We- well we know how it's going. I'm not going to put this on Baron, because that's not his job. It's my job to protect him from ... from everything, and right now that means me. I need to go, start somewhere else if I can, and if not- it's no one else's problem."