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[bloody_rockgod]

Home.

Charlie's on the couch with his guitar, and there's tea on the coffee table.

There's also a Darien around here somewhere . . . hm . . . where could he be?

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[qsilver_lab_rat]

He was out getting fresh coffee. What can he say? He likes his Starbucks.

He closes the door behind him, walks over to press a kiss to Charlie's hair, and puts the tray of coffee cups on the counter. Three are put into the fridge and one is sipped.

"Hey, babe. Whatcha wanna do for dinner?"

[bloody_rockgod]

Charlie leans back and regards Darien thoughtfully. "Something without garlic."

[qsilver_lab_rat]

He looks down at Charlie with an eyebrow raised.

"You saying my breath stinks, man?"

[bloody_rockgod]

"No," Charlie says primly, "you don't eat a lot of garlic. You see the correlation?"