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[bloody_rockgod]

[ooc: millitimed to last week]

There's an armchair by the window of the small room that Charlie particularly likes. It's overstuffed and comfortable and just big enough for two, if one is on the smallish side.

He's curled up there now, a photograph of a blonde forty-something man on his knee.

Someone is not a happy boy.

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[qsilver_lab_rat]

"Baby?"

A hand on his shoulder.

[bloody_rockgod]

He starts, then smiles. "Hey." He takes Darien's hand and gives it a tug, moving the picture of his knee. "Come sit."

[qsilver_lab_rat]

He nods and sits down on Charlie's lap, looking at him curiously.

"Something the matter, Charlie?"

[bloody_rockgod]

He gives Darien the photograph. "Sawyer came in today. Forty-years-in-the-future Sawyer."