"I could imagine him getting jealous, because I can't say I wouldn't be a little jealous as well if I were in his shoes. Charlie's living the dream, with four people to look after him and love him. It's more than either of us really had." She said softly, running her palm across his forearm slightly. "But he is a grown man, not a child. He can't keep blaming you for everything."
Now that her hair was clean and free of soap, the water cooling slightly, she decided that time was done. "Come on, I need to get out of here before I dissolve. Can you pass me the big towel?" she said, patting his thigh softly. "I'll show you pictures of Charlie when he was a baby."