"You are aware, we're probably insane from this."
Charlie contemplated the ceiling of his London flat and mulled over this development while waiting for his partner in crime to respond. This other's only response was the rustling of sheets as he got out of bed and began to dress.
"Completely loony," the other man grunted, seemingly unconcerned by this fact. Then again, Charlie thought, being who he was, his partner had received more than a few accusations of less-than-perfect sanity in his day. Then again, they were probably all true, too. Not for the first time, Charlie Weasley wondered where exactly he thought he was going with this. Trysts were nice enough, but this had been going on for a bit longer than the average tryst.
There was also the matter of his choice in partner. That one would get him locked away for sure.
"I don't put much stock in their 'sanity.' Looks too much like stupidity to me," the other man said gruffly after a while, moving around the room as he gathered up his things. Charlie smiled ruefully at they, never looking up as he listened to his partner getting ready.
"Constant vigilance, eh?" he said softly, sitting up as the older man picked up the last of his stuff and made for the door. The gruff Auror stopped in the door frame turning back to glance at his much-younger lover, years of blunt, poorly-disguised affection in his one eye.
"Damn straight," Moody said hoarsely. And then he was gone.
