Johnny and Charlie happened once, and they don't talk about it. It was a night they'll never forget, but at the end of it, they're Charlie and Johnny and she's looking out for him and he's got her back and they'll flirt and joke but it's never going to be serious. "Besides, you're a little too hung up on Briggs for this to be anything."
"I am not hung up on Briggs, okay, Johnny?"
"You are. You know you are. Don't even play with me."
Charlie's hand moves down his body, and he jumps away from her touch. She laughs. "I thought that's what we were doing."
"Yeah, were. Come on, you know you agree with me."
"Yeah, yeah," Charlie takes her hand back and rolls flat onto his mattress again. Her eyes lose focus as they look up at the ceiling, as her voice drifts a bit. "It won't work anyway. Me and Briggs. He still loves her, you know?"
She tries not to sound vulnerable — naked — and Johnny pretends not to notice how badly she fails. Johnny also reminds her of something.
"He loves you too."
Charlie groans. "Please don't go soft on me." Johnny gives her a look. She groans again and slaps him on the chest. "You're the worst."
"I know." Johnny leans over to peck her on the forehead. He snakes an arm around her shoulders to pull her into a hug. "But you love me anyway."
She nuzzles her head into the side of his neck. "Sometimes."
"All the time."
"Don't push it."