Without actually noticing it, Crevan became a recurring person in Charlotte's office, always managing to entertain her in the massive boredom she experienced daily. He'd made it his goal to make her laugh at least once a day, and he was starting to succeed more often than not. And while she didn't really encourage it, she didn't fend him off either. She actually had to admit that she kind of liked this new attention. Though she was still very unused to it. She often clammed up and got snappish when he came too close, not because she necessarily wanted to but because she was still not very accustomed to his blatant disrespect for personal space.
She also found that she was starting to like coming to work more, not because she was actually doing something, but simply at the prospect of seeing the jolly grim reaper. Another benefit of her association with the famed Silver Fox was that Hudson left her alone for the most part, only interacting with her when absolutely necessary.
"What are you thinking about?"
Crevan was sitting on her desk as usual, munching on a piece of bread, his legs propped up against the chair she was sitting in. Slightly annoyed, she batted his feet away, not exactly that comfortable with his pointy shoes five inches away from her face.
"Nothing in particular.", Charlotte answered. "Just that Hudson didn't show up today."
Crevan nudged her with one of his boots. "I talked to him, you know.", he said, the grin audible in his voice. "Asked him why he continued to give you paperwork instead of...I don't know, letting you do something else."
He shifted and she felt him get off the table. "What did he say?", she asked with barely contained curiosity.
"Well, he began sputtering like some idiot. Didn't have a reason of course. So I told him he could shove his biasedness up his ass."
The Silver Fox let out a guffawing laugh and sat down again. Charlotte could only stare at him quizzically. "Why would you do that?", she asked blankly, not understanding why he would go out of his way and make himself disliked by other people for her sake.
For a short moment there was silence, then Crevan moved until he was right in front of her again.
"Because you're my friend. And friends do that for each other.", he replied, sounding uncharacteristically serious.
"Friends?", Charlotte muttered, trying to remember the last time she'd had someone she could call friend. "What are you talking about, Crevan.", she then settled for saying, not knowing how to deal with the situation. The male was not deterred by her cold reply, either already used to it, or too thick to notice her rejection. She wouldn't put it past him completely.
When he didn't reply though, she instantly felt bad. "Look, I'm sorry, I just don't really... I didn't..."
She floundered a bit, not knowing how to explain her situation.
"I understand.", Crevan interrupted her, his voice still very mellow compared to his normal volume. "It's hard to make friends when you're somewhat of an idol to half of the dispatch.", he explained, sounding resentful all of a sudden. Charlotte let out a short, barking laugh. "Speak for yourself then.", she snorted, feeling momentarily jealous for some reason. But the male just laughed at her.
"You are aware of the fact that many grim reapers look up to you?", he said, still laughing. For a moment the female could only stare at the man, rendered speechless.
"What?"
"Well, they used to anyways.", Crevan added bluntly, his voice hardening again. "Now you're not that much of a role model anymore, are you?"
Offended, Charlotte stopped scribbling on the piece of paper before her to glare at him.
"What's that supposed to mean?", she asked.
She heard him sigh.
"Just look at you. You've become a shell of your former self. You wallow in selfpity and hate, and don't even bother to care about anyone, the least of all about yourself. Remember when I told you that I'd come here to see one of the best reapers the retrieval division had to offer? That was months ago. Now everyone just either pities you or is disgusted by the mess you've become. The teachers use you as an example for how everything could go down the drain if you don't pay attention. I came here because I wanted to see if everyone was right. And they really understated things. Do you really want to be that kind of person?"
Charlotte heard him hop down from the table and make his way over to the door. "Think about it", he said. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me." With that last remark the Silver Fox finished with his surprisingly long rant and closed the door behind him with a soft thud.
Slack-jawed, Charlotte could only stare at the door incredulously. She didn't know if she should feel chastised or angered yet, but she knew that she certainly could do without Crevans virtuecraty ways.
Charlotte finished her day at the office, and by then she'd worked herself into several fits, Crevan always right in the center of it. By the time she'd returned home, she had vowed to never talk to the man again.

Two days later she already regretted her stupid vow. She hadn't gone to the office since their argument, rather turning to her trusty alcohol bottles that didn't tell her off.

One week later, she still hadn't gone to the office and the number of bottles on the floor of her apartment grew consistently.
Three weeks after she'd last talked to Crevan she considered going to his office and apologizing, but she squashed the thought immediately. If anyone should apologize, it was him.

One month later, Charlotte cut her feet open when she stepped on the shards of a bottle that she'd left lying around, and she found that she didn't care at all.
Seven weeks later, Charlotte found herself on the small balcony every flat in this building complex had, seriously contemplating if Grim Reapers could die from jumping out of a building. She decided to try after she'd drained her last bottle she currently owned.

She found out that she indeed couldn't die. When she had woken up after jumping out of her window at three in the morning a very annoyed nurse had told her that reapers couldn't kill themselves and that she'd just caused him unnecessary work. After he gave her a few pamphlets on alcohol poisoning and addiction which she promptly threw in the trash when she came out of the hospital, he released her with the request that she was to restrict her alcohol intake, or he'd be forced to send her to a course of treatment.

When she returned home, Charlotte immediately went to open another bottle of booze, but remembered that she'd drained the last one before she'd jumped out of the window. Huffing, Charlotte slumped down on the floor and just sat there for nearly two hours, staring into nothingness.

"Fuck!", she exclaimed loudly and banged her fist on the floor, where it collided with some glass shards she'd forgotten about. Hissing in pain, Charlotte cradled her hand to her chest, and by the warm liquid she felt running over her other hand she concluded that she'd cut herself. For a few minutes the steady dripping sound of the blood slowly oozing out if the wound on her hand was the only sound, and she sighed, letting her head slowly touch the floor in fear of more glass shards. There were none.

Exhaling loudly, Charlotte thought of Crevan again. She could certainly see the truth in his statement before, but now that she was sitting on the floor of her rundown apartment, surrounded by old bottles of various kinds of alcohol and other stuff she couldn't quite discern, Charlotte could see the truth even more. "Fuck!", she screamed at the ceiling and buried her head in her hands. A dry sob escaped her before she hastily clamped her hands over her mouth. She was pathetic, but she wouldn't cry. The last time she'd cried had been when…,well. Charlotte wasn't very fond of the memory. Still, she couldn't help the next sob that escaped her, nor the one after that. She sat there on the floor and cried for what felt like an hour, but could have been a minute.

"I don't wanna be that kind of person, Crevan!", she burst out between the sobs.

"Thought so."

Charlotte was very proud of the fact that she didn't scare easily, and even though she was blind, no one had ever managed to surprise her. But she had also never screamed as loudly as she was doing now.

"Fuck, Crevan! What the fuck!", she shouted and a gleeful cackling answered.

"You should have seen your face!",the reaper pressed out between his wheezing laughs. Charlotte stood up and carefully maneuvered her way in the vague direction she'd heard his voice and then smacked the air, letting out a content huff when her hand connected with something. Crevan let out a surprised whelp and stopped laughing.

"You scared me.", she whispered, her voice giving out halfway through the sentence. Embarrassed, Charlotte cleared her throat. Crevan caught her hands from where they'd been floating somewhere above his chest and cradled them between his larger ones.

"You scared me!", he whisper – shouted and now that they were so close, Charlotte felt his hands trembling.

"When I told you that you should reconsider your more recent life choices, I didn't expect you to try to kill yourself! I didn't come to visit you for the next week because I thought you needed space, but then when I came to your office, but Hudson told me you hadn't been there since our...argument, and then I wanted to visit you but I didn't know where you lived, and -"

"Hey, hey, hey, Crevan. Calm down, Jesus." Charlotte squeezed in between the other reapers rambling and tried to grab Crevan's shoulders but just managed to awkwardly slide over his upper arms. For the first time she realized how much taller he was than her. Crevan had continued rambling but now had dissolved into quiet mumbling that she couldn't make out anymore.

"What are you doing here, anyways?", she asked, turning away to sit down at the table.

"The nurse whose care you were placed in told me where you live."

"Ah."

"You know, I don't think Hudson missed you. Technically, I don't think you have to work anymore."

"What an eloquent change of conversation topics."

Crevan huffed and stood up to do...something.

"Where are you going?"

"Checking if there's anything edible in your kitchen.", came his voice from somewhere to her left.

"Edible? You are aware of the fact that we don't necessarily have to eat?"

"Yes of course, but food is delicious. Have you ever tried ravioli?"

"No."

"What? You're missing out on something! Any kind of pasta is the absolute best."

"If you think so."