"I want..." Verity took the bottle from him and took one more tiny sip before returning it to him. "I want to be able to come visit you whenever I like and I want it to be our choice if you want something to do with Charlie. I want Fred to not hate you."
She yawned hugely, pulling her other leg up and sliding down, laying her head on Trevor's shoulder. "And right now, I want to go to sleep. I guess I could go back to Ange's... although Fred's probably still there," she paused, allowing her eyes to slip shut for a moment. "Could I stay here?"