"How long more do you have?" he asked as he got up to dish the meat.
"No dead, no injured, no bitching and the dragons are doing fine. I'll call it a good day," he answered, knowing that it wasn't what Charlie was asking. "Oh, and I think I've confused the fuck out of my son. I'm not sure, but since I was confusing myself, it's a good assumption."
Callum brought the three dishes on the table and took out a bottle of wine. "I think we all need this." He certainly did, because he'd had more revelations while talking to Baron than in all of his time here. Of course, those revelations came out in the most convoluted manner. "Come on, sit," he added, hand resting gently on Charlie's back for the shortest time.
"I was just telling Baron that I've decided not to leave. I must have been rubbish at explaining why I wanted to leave in the first place and why I'm staying, though. Would you like to take a stab at this." He didn't think anyone could fuck it up more than he had.