A/N you guys are great at waiting, so I'm giving you two chapters as a reward. Hopefully I'll get rewarded with good reviews *fingerscrossed

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"Well at least you don't have to worry about your not-so-cover relationship."

I'd never really thought about how Chuck's current mind-frame would affect our relationship, cover or not, I had only worried about him and his wellbeing.

But the words Casey said hurt in a way I didn't expect them to. . .

I walked into the house, Ellie was apparently ending her grand tour of the apartment.

". . . And last but not least, Chuck, this is your room." I walked through the house and found myself at the doorway of Chuck's room.

Chuck seemed to be amazed at all of the cool gizmo's and gadgets in his room, and his eyes lit up when he saw a blue toy lightsaber in the floor.

"So I'm supposed to be twenty eight and I still have a lightsaber? Awesome!" Chuck said picking up the toy and swinging it around.

Both me and Ellie felt the irony of Chuck's words because just days before this, Ellie was telling Chuck that he needed to throw out that very lightsaber.

"Yeah Chuck, you still have a lightsaber." She said with a smile.

"Do we play lightsabers together Sarah?" He asked, looking anxious to hear my answer.

"I'm not the lightsaber fighting type. You normally play Star Wars with Morgan."

"Morgan? You mean the kid from school Morgan Grimes?"

"You remember Morgan?"

"Yeah I remember he liked my new shoes. We play together after school. So I'm twenty eight and I still play with Morgan?"

"Mmhmm." I smiled. "You guys are best friends."

"That's so cool. . . But I thought you said that we were, I mean, we are best friends?"

"We are Chuck, it's just that you and Morgan are more like brothers and me and you, well, we're something different."

"Huh? I don't get it."

"Let me explain, Chuck." I sat down on his bed and he sat down beside me. Ellie backed out of the room to give us some privacy.

"Okay. . . "

"Chuck, me and you are a different kind of best friends. We're friends because we work together, but also, we, um. . . " How do I talk about relationships with my boyfriend who thinks that he's eight years old? ". . .we like each other like. . "

"Like. . . like boyfriend and girlfriend?" He asked, finishing my sentence for me.

"Yeah Chuck. I'm your girlfriend."

"You mean to tell me that I have a girlfriend who is a pretty as you ?"

I blushed at Chuck's words. The attraction I felt for Chuck was on the back burner until he was back to being himself, but that didn't mean it wasn't there. My love for Chuck was the same, yet somehow completely different. . . Kind of like his current state of mind.

I nodded, answering Chuck's question.

"Wow. This is pretty amazing. I guess growing up isn't all bad, I mean, I still play with Morgan and have a really pretty girlfriend." Chuck's bright smile lit up the room.

. . .No Chuck it's not all bad, but you don't know about the other part of your life yet. . .

"So Chuck do you want something to eat?"

"Yeah sure. I haven't ate much since I was in the hospital. How is it that in twenty years hospital food is still gross? Ew. . . " He shuddered.

"Some things never change." I smiled as we walked out into the living room.