Cecelia had urged Jimmy to go and call Chuck, telling him that she would give him some space to make the conversation. She had gone outside and found Rebecca by the trunk of her car. She was clearly searching for something and put it into her pocket before shutting the trunk. She noticed Cecelia stood outside, her arms folded over her chest as she bit down on her lip and looked around. She couldn't help herself from going to speak to her, heading over in her direction.

"You didn't tell him about Chuck, did you?" Rebecca said, not bothering with pleasantries considering she had just seen her. A small smile was on Rebecca's face. It was almost as though she was too kind for her.

"I couldn't tell him," Cecelia said with a shrug of her shoulders. "He loves Chuck and if he found out what he had said then…well…you know Jimmy. He is brash and he's defended me before, but that was against my ex-husband. I don't want him to have to defend me against his own brother."

"Chuck was out of order," Rebecca said with a shake of her head. "What he said to you the other morning was wrong. You didn't deserve that."

"I know that he is looking out for his brother, but I really don't want to hurt Jimmy. I do care for him."

"You don't need to defend your actions to me," Rebecca said to her. "I can see that you care about him. I know that Jimmy can be…well…as you said, brash, but he has good intentions, especially when it comes to you."

"I'm not going to hurt him," Cecelia whispered. "I'm going to just forget Chuck ever said anything. If he says anything to Jimmy about me then that is prerogative, but I am not going to start causing trouble when there is no need."

"That's really kind of you," Rebecca said. "I only hope that Chuck doesn't throw it in your face."

Cecelia shrugged. "He can do what he likes. I'm not entirely bothered."

…

Cecelia had told Jimmy that she would wait in the car while he went to speak with Chuck. She had squeezed his hand and told him that everything would be fine. Leaving the car, Jimmy made his way up the path to his brother's house, letting himself in. He looked around, but there was no sign of his brother. It took him a few minutes before he found him in the living room, clutching onto a small glass of scotch.

He turned to see Jimmy approaching before groaning inwardly and throwing his head back. "What do you want, Jimmy?"

"You weren't answering my calls," Jimmy said with a shrug and sat down on the sofa opposite his brother. "Rebecca was the one who told me. Chuck, what happened?"

Chuck chuckled and sipped on his scotch, holding the tumbler in his hands and swirling the liquid around. He said nothing for a few moments before he shifted in his seat and looked to Jimmy.

"No couple is perfect, Jimmy," he declared. "We've been arguing. We're constantly arguing. It didn't work out."

"But every couple has arguments, Chuck," Jimmy said.

"Do they?" Chuck wondered. "Do they argue about the simplest things? I doubt it. They don't argue about what we argue about. It wasn't working and it is as simple as that."

"But don't you want to fight for her?" Jimmy wondered. "You love her."

Chuck did laugh then, tossing his head back as Jimmy's brows arched upwards. Chuck looked to him then, downing the rest of his drink and then slamming his glass onto the coffee table. He moved to his feet and looked down to him, pointing at him.

"What do you know about love?" Chuck demanded from him. "Your ex-wife cheated on you because you were an immature little boy and now you're dating the local journalist who will break your heart eventually."

"Chuck, don't turn this onto me," Jimmy said.

Chuck rolled his eyes. "Well you should know, Jimmy," Chuck said. "Everything ends in heartbreak sooner or later. She messed you around once before. She will do it again. I basically told her the same thing this morning."

Jimmy frowned and leaned forwards. "What? Cecelia said you were off with her yesterday."

"Off with her?" Chuck asked. "I saw through her. I still can see through her. She's using you to get over her ex-husband. Do you think she will stick around, Jimmy? She'll move on. She only moved here because of her husband. Do you think she won't move on and break your heart?"

Jimmy moved to his feet and shook his head. "I'm not here about me. I'm here for you, Chuck. This is nothing to do with Cecelia."

"But don't you see?" Chuck snapped at his brother. "Sooner or later they all leave. Cecelia…Rebecca…"

"Stop it," Jimmy snapped at his brother. "Look, if you love Rebecca then you should fight for her. You should tell her that you want to make it work. Why is that so difficult for you to do, Chuck? Why can't you just admit that you might be in the wrong for once?"

"Because I'm not," Chuck snapped. "No one is in the wrong and I don't need you here coming to…what? Lecture me? Comfort me?"

Jimmy shook his head. "I'm your brother, Chuck. I just want to be here for you."

"I'm fine," Chuck said and began to move into the kitchen.

Moving to his feet, Jimmy followed him in that direction, arms folded over his chest as he went. It took him a few moments before he inhaled a sharp breath and considered leaving. He considered whether or not it was worth it. Was it worth staying with Chuck if all he was going to get was constant abuse? He was beginning to doubt it.

"Chuck, it's alright not to be fine," he assured him. "I wasn't fine when I went through my divorce."

Chuck snorted. "You never even had a real marriage, Jimmy," he said. "And now you think you're happy because you're more in love with Cecelia than she is with you…then again…she certainly doesn't care what people think judging by her appearance."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well," Chuck shrugged, "she isn't exactly the epitome of class, Jimmy. She turned up to the coffee shop with no underwear and wearing your clothes."

Jimmy shrugged his shoulders then. "What has that got to do with anything?" he demanded. "Chuck, she has done nothing to deserve this treatment. If you're angry because of what is going on with Rebecca then fine, be angry, but don't start going in on Cecelia and me."

Chuck said nothing in response. He remained silent, head lowered and mind clearly elsewhere as Jimmy did his best not to let his anger take hold of him. He was the one telling Chuck to be calm so he should try to follow the same advice.

"I just don't want you to be hurt again, Jimmy," Chuck sighed. "Rebecca leaving me…I…I just don't want your heart to be broken. It isn't nice, Jimmy."

"I know," Jimmy said to him. "But what's the point in living in fear, Chuck? If you love someone then you should let them know. You should go after Rebecca."

Chuck poured himself another drink as he shook his head. "She made her decision."

…

The ride back to Jimmy's office was quiet. Cecelia had agreed to drive him back and he had asked her to come in. It was only when they were in the cramped space did he speak in a low voice, sitting down on the edge of his desk as she perched on the sofa.

"Why didn't you tell me the truth?" Jimmy asked of her.

"The truth?" she repeated and Jimmy nodded.

"Yeah, about what Chuck said," Jimmy said. "He wasn't just off with you at the coffee shop, Cecelia. By the sounds of it he was downright rude."

Cecelia looked away and shrugged, chewing down on her bottom lip as Jimmy continued to stare at her, keeping silent and waiting for an answer to leave her lips. It took a few moments before she turned back to look to him, hands dropping to her lap as she sighed.

"Because I didn't want to cause trouble," Cecelia said honestly. "I know what you are like, Jimmy. If you found out what he had said then you would have been pissed. I've seen you defend me before, but I didn't want you to defend me to your brother. I don't want you to fight because of some offhanded comments."

"He should never have said those things," Jimmy said with a firm shake of his head.

"Well, he did," Cecelia shrugged to him. "He said it and I moved on."

"I tried to help him," Jimmy said. "I always try to help him, but he never bothers to accept it. He just throws it back in my face and turns it around on me. It's like he doesn't want me to be happy."

"And are you?" Cecelia wondered.

"Am I what?" Jimmy asked her back.

"Are you happy?" she pushed him.

Jimmy nodded his head. "I'm happy when I'm with you."

"Then don't let your brother bother you," she said and moved to her feet. "I'm happy and you're happy. We might not be happy in…what…a few months time…or even five years time…but you're right in what you said to me before. There is no point being scared."

Jimmy continued to watch her for a few moments before seeing her run a hand down his arm.

"I'll leave you to do work for the evening," she said in a soft voice. "I know you have court in the morning."

Jimmy caught hold of her arm before she could move any further. Looking into her wide eyes, he moved his free hand to her cheek before bringing his lips to hers. He closed his eyes as he felt her hand press against his chest lightly, her body close to his as she did her best to remain upright as she leant against him. Jimmy moved his hand from her wrist to wrap his arm around her waist and pull her to him. He leant back after a second, looking her in the eye.

"Just stay," he urged from her.

"I thought you had work?"

"I do, but that doesn't mean you have to go," Jimmy said.

Cecelia nodded her head. "Alright."

She gave him a final peck before heading to the sofa. She sat down and picked up one of the books she had left lying around while Jimmy sat at his desk. He focused on his work for a few hours before noticing Cecelia pull out the sofa bed. She perched back down on it, fluffing the pillows up as she went back to reading. Jimmy grabbed a file and moved to the sofa bed, flopping down next to her as she remained silent, acutely aware of a small smile on her face.

She didn't know how long it was before she felt Jimmy move a hand to her bare thigh where her dress had rode up, his thumb tracing circles on her skin as she tried to focus on her book. She felt his hand move further up her thigh and she laughed then, grabbing his wrist.

"That's not working," she said in a mock stern voice.

"Yeah, but I think it's a lot more enjoyable," Jimmy said and Cecelia looked to him before leaning in to kiss him once more.

"For once, you're probably right," she said with a smirk as she moved back slightly and wondered just how long they were going to stay in the little bubble they were currently living in.