“He wasn’t just in your line of sight; he was with me.” Embers eat paper, cigarette burning between my fingers. “He was asleep against my shoulder, and that bothered you.” A laugh dies in his chest. He shakes his head, then pins his eyes to the mirror. To himself. “You’re jealous of his relationship.” My voice is matter-of-fact. I’ve guessed this about Charlie more than once. Charlie cringes. “Moffy, of all people, is the one who grew up never wanting a relationship. So is it aggravating seeing him in love? Yes.” He pulls at his sandy-brown hair. “If you want my permission to intervene, you
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Charlie is my little sour patch kid
