Acknowledgements:
Omi as always
The BTN8rs - with apologies
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"You're joking."
"No, I'm really not."
"He really isn't," Susan chimed in, bringing Charlie and Don each a pint of beer as they settled down in the living room of their tiny apartment in England.
Don tilted his glass to Susan in thanks and appreciation then took a sip. "Wow, you Brits are serious about your beer."
"And our academics," Susan crowed, a sly smile on her face. "Why do you think we lured your brother across the Atlantic?"
"Well, now I know it wasn't to win a Nobel Prize," Don scoffed. "I can't believe that they don't have one for math! That sucks!"
"Tell me about it," Charlie said ruefully, placing a quick kiss of thanks on Susan's cheek.
A timer rang in the kitchen and Susan rose, excusing herself with a gesture.
"I'll be right back. Just need to check on dinner."
Don watched her leave then turned back to Charlie, smirking.
"Forget Nobel. You've already won the prize young mathematicians dream about," he said, chuckling into his beer. "Her."
