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"How's your head?" Chas asked, popping his head around John's door a little later that day.
"Better." John was sitting on his bed, polishing the Holy Shotgun. He looked up at Chas, glad to see the teen's wonderful face smiling at him.
"Good." Chas hesitated, nervously.
"Chas, what is it?" John asked, feeling concerned at the vunerable look on the boy's face.
Chas stepped forward, into the room, twisting his fingers together nervously. Somewhere inside his chest, hope stirred in John. Again there was that spark of hope. Again he fought it down.
Chas sat down on the floor in front of John, his legs crossed like a little boy. He looked up earnestly. "I wanted to talk to you. About last night..."
And then John knew what he was on about. Setting the Shotgun down, he sighed heavily. "The kiss."
"John..." Chas was looking at the ground, a wonderful shade of magenta.
John cringed. Chas was embarrassed about kissing him. He quickly decided how best to deal with this. "Yeah, I remember, Chas. I think the drugs had a funny effect." He forced a short laugh.
Chas nodded, still looking down. "Yeah, me too, John." Then he cleared his throat and stood up. He headed for the door. "Yeah, just wanted to... yeah... later, John..."
"Chas!" John called, as the boy reached the door. Chas froze, but John needed to ask. "Chas, you... you kissed me back, I remember that too."
"I was drunk," said Chas in a funny voice.
John felt his hope melt as the boy walked out, closing the door.