"No?" Young Hemingway mused, following Charlie's gaze to the couple who were obviously talking about what to do with him "um, your papa... I've not seen him in a long time," Young Hemingway said, holding up his end of the story. "What's he like now?"
"Well, of course he didn't!" Older Hemingway was exclaiming, rubbing at his arm as if she had really hurt him. "He's me! And come on, look at ya. He'd have been crazy to pass up that opportunity," Hemingway drawled. He was a charmer, but not a word of it was a lie.
"I... was rather thinking that we bring the hospital to him. Just get some supplies and deal with it... sorry, maybe that's too much," he said softly.
Young Hemingway laughed at Charlie's antics, and older Hemingway turned at the sound to see what was so funny. "Oh, God, that kid..." he smiled affectionately.