"Not everything," he quietly said, as he was trying to push the anger away. His head tipped up to look at his brother. "We don't have to be broken. We can't fix everything, but not everything has to be broken," he said quietly. His eyes glanced down, the statement clearly upsetting him. He choose to ignore it. He didn't see it as giving up.
"I cleared my head," he whispered in honesty. It was what he had chosen to do. Now things were easier to handle and a clear path seemed in his reach. He didn't feel like he was drowning anymore.
He glanced back to Bill, wondering what he was going to say. The moment he leaned forward, Charlie sat up, his arms wrapping around his brother in a protective embrace. He buried his face in Bill's shoulder as well, pressing his eyes shut. "Not going," he mumbled into Bill's shirt.