(eek! glad you got it fixed!)
Taking another bite of her somewhat soggy burger, Charlie gave a slow nod. Had it all happened that quickly? Perhaps it had. She was usually an all-or-nothing sort of person, and demanding such of Rylee had been her answer to their predicament. Not that she was complaining, at all.
"Yeah," she replied, swallowing her food. The beginnings of a little smile worked over her face, memories of waking up before Rylee, watching him sleep. Simpler things, like hearing his voice or seeing him smile; having him come home from work and instantly light up when he saw her. For four years she'd denied herself that, went overboard and exploded without any reason (or so it had seemed, at first) only to walk out and away from the one person that honestly made her life worth living.
"He's...he's a good guy. I know he can kinda seem like...like a pansy, but that's just how he is," she continued, using the word as long as Rylee wasn't within earshot. She was speaking of the same man who would climb up on a chair at the sight of a spider the size of a dime, leaving Charlie to deal with the terrifying monstrosity. But she didn't need some asshole pushing her around, telling her what she should and shouldn't be doing. Maybe that was why things had always worked between her and Rylee: the fact that he let her take charge, make decisions, and then picked her up afterward was better than someone who tried to control her.
She tossed her head, hair flipping over one shoulder. "Anyway, it's done. We're datin', which is what he always wanted. Things are good, an' I don't see any point in fixin' what ain't broke." It almost sounded like she hadn't had a choice in deciding the fact of their relationship, when it couldn't have been further from the truth. Charlie was just bad with emotions, and descriptions. She took another bite of her burger, quickly devouring it.
"An' I'm pretty sure he won't do anythin' to screw it up, neither," she finished, as though to assure Elias that Rylee meant her no harm.