January 2002
"Harry."
"Yeah?"
It had been another month since they'd seen each other last. This - a fire call - was one of only a handful they'd managed. Real life, it seemed, did not want to cooperate with their romance.
"I - uh - I need to - uh - fuck."
"Yeah, I need to uh fuck too. Spit it out."
He was sat cross legged in front of his fireplace, wearing only pyjama bottoms and eating dry cereal from a bowl on his lap.
"There's a guy."
"Ooh. Is he hot?"
"Yeah, but that wasn't what I was going to say."
"Is he going to join us? I really want a threesome."
Silence. Then -
"He wants to take me out, Harry. Like... on a date."
Dry cereal was apparently capable of causing dry heaving stomach convulsions.
Charlie continued: "Is that okay?"
"Yeah. Of course. Sorry I'm not there more."
"It's not that. I just... fuck, Harry. This is a really lonely job, you know? And he's good company."
"What's his name?"
"Patrick."
"Okay."
"Okay."
A/N: Shortest chapter yet? Sorry about that. More soon.