Author's Note: Quick update, see? Haha, it's to thank you all for your reviews- god you guys make me happy! Anyway, it's all kicking off now...
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"You alright, John?"
John looked up, startled, from the newspaper he had been reading on his bed. Chas had appeared in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest seriously.
"Yeah, fine, why?" John asked. He had been thinking about Chas, and how to deal with the situation.
"You're being quiet, and nice, John," Chas grinned. "It's weird."
John couldn't help smiling back, glowing. "Thanks kid."
Chas shuffled. "What you doing, John?"
John remembered something he had thought when he was drugged. "You say John a lot, Chas," he observed.
Outside the storm broke.
"Yeah, well," Chas said quietly, going red.
"Chas?" asked John, the glow suddenly growing rapidly. He rose quickly.
Chas shook his head, looking quite lost. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, then said, "Forget it, John."
He turned and headed for the door, looking quite defeated. And John thought he knew. He couldn't let this moment go. He hurried to Chas and grabbed his arm.
"Talk, Chas," he ordered.