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Post by Mr Spock on May 17, 2012 20:15:15 GMT
"I can imagine..." Tom trailed off, looking awkwardly at Charlotte. She'd always been a ray of shining light to him and now she was dimmer than ever, dimmer even than when she had left him, all that time ago. It was raining that night too.
Tom shook his head of those thoughts and fixed her with an intense look.
"Are you.. Okay?"
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 17, 2012 20:36:22 GMT
Water began to collect in her eye yet she didn't want to cry. Not now after so much crying already. "Y-Yeah," she stammered out, shrugging her shoulders with her hands still in her pockets. "I'm fine."
She blinked the tears away and offered him as bright a smile as she could. She used to be able to tell him anything, anytime of day. Now though, she couldn't yet tell him what had happened. "I'm fine," she repeated, her voice starting to break.
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Post by Mr Spock on May 17, 2012 20:56:08 GMT
Tom winced and shook her head.
"Alcohol," he said, as if it were a statement of fact rather than a question, beckoning her out of the room towards the staircase again.
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 17, 2012 21:40:44 GMT
Charlotte followed in silence. That was something she could do with after such a long journey, alcohol. "Thank you," she offered once more.
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Post by Mr Spock on May 17, 2012 21:57:25 GMT
"Shut up," Tom returned with a smile, shaking his head. "No more thanks. This is as much yours as it is mine. Now act like it." he turned on the stairs and flashed her a smile.
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 17, 2012 22:02:40 GMT
Charlotte couldn't help but grin. "Okay, I'm sorry." She followed him down the stairs, still amazed at how quickly they'd fallen back into old rolls.
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Post by Mr Spock on May 17, 2012 23:02:34 GMT
Tom led the way back down the stairs and off to the right, into the side of the house Charlotte hadn't yet visited. This room was much larger, spanning the size of the whole of the living room and kitchen, with a large dining table at the back and a cluster of chairs around the fireplace. set on the wall with the wide windows was an exceptionally large drinks cabinet.
"What are you drinking?" Tom asked as he strode over to the cabient, pulling a bottle of highland whiskey out.
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 18, 2012 0:29:39 GMT
"Er, wine please." Charlotte took a seat in one of the chairs by the fire and let the warmth seep through her. Being able to just sit and relax was something she sure missed.
With a content sigh, she rubbed her hands together and tucked them between her knees to warm them up just a little more. "White if you have any."
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Post by Mr Spock on May 18, 2012 0:34:14 GMT
Tom smiled. Some things never changed. Defying convention, he filled the wine glass to the top and brought it back across the room, setting it in her hands after pouring himself a large tumbler of the whiskey.
"Come, sit," he said, gesturing to the sofas.
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 18, 2012 0:40:00 GMT
She took the glass and followed him to the sofas, sitting herself down on one corner. "Thank you for this." She lifted the wine glass up and took a gentle sip. It was damn good wine. "Wow, that's excellent."
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Post by Mr Spock on May 18, 2012 1:08:51 GMT
"If you say thank you one more time, you can sleep outside," Tom threatened, raising an eyebrow at Charlotte as he sipped his whiskey gently as leaned back. He wouldn't push her for information; he could see how fragile she was just from looking at her.
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 18, 2012 14:20:00 GMT
She let out a laugh. "Fair deal," she pushed herself back into the sofa and sipped at her wine. "So tell me, how's life treated you other than well. I can see that," she gestured to the room they were in with a smirk.
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Post by Mr Spock on May 18, 2012 15:02:07 GMT
Tom quirked an eyebrow and shook his head, allowing his hair to tousle over his ears.
"It's been remarkably normal. Very mundane, very simple. Worked and saved, found myself a housewife when I got to 35 and decided I had to, moved to the Highlands for peace and quiet."
He paused, and looked over his glass with half a smile. "I see you don't have quite the same story."
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Post by PenguinNinja on May 18, 2012 17:04:57 GMT
"Yeah, not quite," she said taking another sip. She studied him over the top of her glass and after a moment pulled it away. "Worked, saved, found a husband, had three children and well, " she flatered as she thought about what was to come out of her mouth next. "Well, it didn't turn out exactly as I expected."
She blinked back the tears that the memories brought forward. After another moment she placed the glass to her lips and happily took another few gulps.
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Post by Mr Spock on May 19, 2012 1:43:27 GMT
Tom frowned and leant forward on his elbows, fixing her with a serious look.
"What happened, Char? It's only me here." he tried to give her a reassuring smile.
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