There was no getting some things by Charlie. He was sure he'd always remember the way the boy had got into bed to give him a cuddle when he'd been struggling with getting onto the medication, knowing that he wasn't himself without ever having to be told. It had been a wonderful antidote.
"Oh, he's full of empathy, isn't he?" he smiled, a hand lifting to run along hers as she wrapped her arms around him. He sighed happily at her little kiss, feeling a little shiver from the sweetness of it. And her words really sat in his heart, gluing him back together again with tenderness. Everything else seemed insignificant in the face of Charlie's love.
"No, thank you for letting me," he responded softly, turning his head a little to catch sight of her before gesturing back to the picture. "Can I keep it?"