[Christ, trust her to pass out. Charlie makes a low tired noise; he shifts his hand, fingers hovering briefly near her face. He's exceedingly careful about brushing her hair back behind her ear, hardly touching her cheek as he does it (even if he wants to).]
Fuck me. Alright, I'm going. [Why he's even bothering to say it out loud-- but Charlie draws his hand back, catching the top bunk and swinging himself up and out. He checks his watch again and actually looks at it this time. Four hours, if she's lucky.]
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Fuck me. Alright, I'm going. [Why he's even bothering to say it out loud-- but Charlie draws his hand back, catching the top bunk and swinging himself up and out. He checks his watch again and actually looks at it this time. Four hours, if she's lucky.]