"Home." Georgie said tentatively, eyeing Charlie as he dropped his Bergen to the floor. He swallowed hard and forced a smile. They both stood in the doorway of Charlie's house, the stark emptiness of the long hallway in front of them felt far from 'homely'. Charlie's eyes quickly scanned the room - the 5 drawer chest that used to stand at the foot of the stairs had gone - fair enough he had told her to take what she needed but he had been rather fond of that chest. The photo frames that once proudly displayed photographs from his Molly's wedding day had been removed from the walls. The shoes that she used to kick off and leave by the front door - gone. Charlie placed his hand behind Georgie's back and ushered her in, closing the door behind them. She placed her Bergen down and turned to face him, neither of them quite sure what they should be doing. Georgie sighed and shook her head "This is..."

"Weird." Charlie interrupted, nodding his head in understanding.

Georgie bit her lip and lowered her head.

"Hey" Charlie said gently, moving toward her and placing his hands on her shoulders. "It'll be alright."

"I dunno, maybe I should've gone home first. I mean I need to talk to Mum and..."

"Sshh" Charlie pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her. She rested her head against his chest, closed her eyes and felt safe. "It's a few days. It's what we agreed." Charlie continued. "A few days to get our heads around all of this and then we'll go from there."

"I know." She replied, looking up at him.

Looking into her eyes, Charlie had this deep desire to protect her. He kissed her forehead. He had no idea why this felt so wrong and yet so right all at once.

OG

The next morning, Georgie woke to the harsh sunlight pouring into the bedroom through a gap in the curtains. She scrunched her eyes up and put her arm up to cover them, accidentally nudging Charlie as she did so, he stirred. "Sorry" she whispered. He blinked a few times, also squinting in the direct sunlight, "what time is it?" he asked sleepily. Georgie turned to look at the clock on the bedside table. "It's ten past eight."

"A lie-in then." He replied matter of factly.

"Yep, no more zero five hundred starts for a while." Georgie laughed.

Charlie got out of bed and went over to draw the curtains together, blocking out the sunlight. Georgie couldn't help but stare as he did so, the sight of his naked body, not something she was yet used to.

"You'd better let me take a look at that leg again today." She said as he climbed back into bed.

"Might need a fresh dressing I reckon." Charlie said, examining the one he already had on. "My leg is fucked."

"Yea well jumping off the edge of a cliff when you're also recovering from surgery will do that." She laughed. "You're lucky it was only lacerations."

"And are you glad we did?" He asked looking at her seriously.

"What, jump?" She said "yea, yea I am."

"Me too." He said, smiling.