Charlie Rose

It wasn't until I saw the extra footage that I was able to realize just how much of a… Hm…

For another [reason], Aaron is not a psychopath. Which is what you'd have to be to stab your roommate for leaving dirty dishes in the sink.

He gripped at the steering while, silently debating whether or not he should let her in on some of his own struggles with the dating world. Of all the people he trusted, Charlie was one of the few he doubted would care about his truth, but it was still so hard for him to admit he was gay. Of course she was still young. Finding a boyfriend really shouldn't be all that high on her list of priorities - he sure as hell knew he wasn't ready to give away his little sister to some asshole who didn't appreciate her properly. Chuck had plenty of time to find Mr. Right. Same as he did he supposed.

"Pfffffft." Waving his words of general dislikeability off with a scoffing so loud and long that it was wonder she didn't pull something. "Please, you don't want people to like you, there's a difference." With a knowing sidelong look at her big brother, she settled in the seat, her to-go cup of coffee in both hands to warm their perpetual chill.

He's happy to hold her against him. To take in her warmth and be reminded of all the good he had in his life. There's been so much death and horror and Roman has done his best to keep the worst of it away from her. But he does his best to never outright lie to Charlie. That's the one promise he's always made.

"Best happy place I've ever had." He agrees with her. It was probably the only healthy version of a happy place Roman had ever had. It was certainly the least self-destructive version of himself, and that felt like the equivalent. Roman leaned forward to hover into her ear while his hand slipped to squeeze her butt. "Second best happy place." The innuendo that his favorite was between her legs.

Giving a little playful squeal of surprised delight as his hand found it's grip on her derriere, her laughter subdued only so they wouldn't wake up the children. "Well... the kids are sleeping, and that means..."

Grinning up at him, she slid her hands down his arms so she could unwrap herself from them, lacing her fingers through his so she could lead him toward their bedroom.

A knock came to the door of the Roses' apartment, Ashton making his own way in without waiting, knowing who he was looking for. "Heya Charlie, I heard you were sick," Ash smiled as he found her lying around in a bundle while she rested. He had only heard of the news first from Roman of Charlie falling ill, perhaps after that night with Ruth, he had been kinda giving each other space, not hearing from her first. He was drunk, but that didn't mean he wasn't fully conscious of the conversations had. That's for a separate day to worry about. The month had been hard on a lot of them, he's aware of it, sometimes they just had to take it day by day. And today he's here's for Charlie while Roman looked over the kids.

He sat down beside her a bag placed down as he began digging through the care bag of goodies, "I got some flowers from the rooftop for tea, some food, a new book.." he had begun placing things on the table before he paused to actually take good look at her, concern evidently spilling over, "you okay? Roman told me what happened, that must've been scary."

She was sick. Incredibly so. The furrowing of Val's brows as she'd checked her out was enough to confirm it despite the woman's best efforts to play it off. The tension in Roman's face when he'd come into the room after talking to her was obvious to her, despite the fog of fever that had her brain feel like it was floating.

"Ash?" Voice coarse and quiet as she rolled over in her bed, using great effort to push herself up to sitting just enough to be able to look at him. Eyes sluggishly following the bag as he set it down, she managed a smile as she pushed stringy hair off her clammy brow. "Flowers? That's so thoughtful." Giving a little nod meant to convince him though probably didn't do much that way considering she both looked and felt almost as high as her fever.