WHO Charlie Weasley and Andy Gallagher WHAT Dealing with the realities of MB WHERE Their sitting room WHEN Backdated to Saturday evening STATUS/WARNINGS Medium. Closed/Incomplete
Charlie had left Kurt’s a little earlier than Andy. Although he’d been told he wasn’t imposing, there was the fact that Kurt was Andy’s friend more than his, and he didn’t really want to hang about and make things weird by crowding him. Plus there was the fact that Weasley boys weren’t exactly known for being good with emotional displays – he could cope when it was just him and Andy, but Charlie always figured he was a bloke better suited to sports and beer than anything else. He’d headed back and jumped in the shower, washing the worst of the day out of his hair before stepping out and pulling on a fresh pair of jeans and a new jumper – dark red and woolen and vaguely resembling his Mother’s annual Christmas present, only without the smell of home and a massive ‘C’ emblazoned across the chest.
Heading back to the sitting room, Charlie lowered himself into the arm chair, swinging his feet up to rest on the coffee table. Grabbing his bag from where it had been unceremoniously dumped, the redhead pulled a bunch of loose papers from the depths of the bag and attempted to get his thoughts around his work. He wanted to get some stuff ready for Gwen to have a go at when she came in, but that was easier said than done when your head was all over the place.
He’d never really thought about Andy going home. Charlie tended to live in the here and now, and wasn’t in the habit of thinking too far ahead. But when it was shoved in your face like that, it was kind of hard to avoid. Andy had had one partner go home already. If he left, probability said that Charlie wouldn’t see him again, and even if he did the chances of Andy remembering him - them - was even smaller. It wasn’t a good thought, and Charlie tried to shake it out of himself. This wasn’t about him, anyway. It was about Kurt.
It was long before the door opened and Charlie glanced over his shoulder to see Andy entering, Zip trotting over to meet him. “Hey.” Charlie reached out an arm, silently asking for Andy to come closer. Once the other man was stood beside his chair, the redhead wound his arm around his boyfriend’s waist, pulling him closer and resting his head quietly against him. “You okay?”