Charlie's up on top of the RV, keeping watch, guitar in his lap, strumming the strings and humming away, a pad of paper to his left, a pencil in his mouth. He stops occasionally to scribble a few words down on the paper, and glance out at the property, looking quite content with himself all the while.
Glenn is strolling by when he hears the guitar. He looks up and spots the retired rock star, a small smile stretching over his lips. He loves it when he's writing, his eyebrows pinched together in concentration, pencil between his teeth, focusing so intently on what he's working on.
He just stands there for a few moments, gazing up at Charlie, hands in his pockets.
"Hey," Glenn says after awhile, looking up at him from under his eyelashes.
Charlie peeks over the edge of the RV, spotting the man. He smiles and removes the pencil from his lips.
"Hey," He calls, giving a small wave. Then, before he really thinks about what he's doing, he leans over and pats a spot next to him, inviting Glenn to come and sit down.
He doesn't have to be told twice. Glenn tosses Charlie a smile before winding around the back end of the Winnebago, clambering up the ladder. "Nice and cool up here." He says, standing up and walking over to Charlie before sitting down on the edge of the RV beside him, swinging his legs over the side.
Charlie smiles down at his guitar, chuckling nervously. "Right," He says. He always gets so antsy around Glenn, like he's always scared he'll say or do something wrong.
Glenn and Charlie always tend to be shy and jittery around each other. They both suppose it'll fade in time, but for now, they're like two boys around their first high school crush.
Glenn looks out at the property, out at the treeline, trying to calm his nerves. He takes a deep breath, letting his eyes close as an afternoon breeze rolls by. He exhales slowly and looks over at Charlie, needing to break the silence between them. Stupidly, he blurts out the first question that comes to mind. "You ever been in love?"
That takes Charlie by surprise. "Once," He admits. "With a blonde named Claire." He shakes his head and begins playing his guitar again, picking at the strings with his fingers absentmindedly. "Real sweetheart, that one." He chuckles darkly and his smile turns rather sad as he continues to play. "You ever been?"
Glenn nods. "Maggie. She was a farmgirl." He looks down at his hands as he smoothes them over his pant legs. "She and her family split from the group." He shrugs offhandedly. "Come to think of it, they're probably dead by now."
"You don't seem very shaken up about that, mate." Charlie observes.
But Glenn just shrugs his shoulders again and looks over at the bloke. A small smile crosses his lips. "I'm not," He says frankly.
The bassist finally stops playing and looks over at the man to his left. "And why's that?"
Glenn smiles again in a way that only he can. He winds his thumbs through his belt loops and keeps his eyes locked on Charlie's.
"Because now I have you."