Charlie is sitting at the edge of camp, plucking at his guitar strings. "Where'd you learn to play?" I ask him.
"You're kidding right?" I shake my head. "I was in a band!" he says, his eyes lighting up.
'What, like when you were a teenager?"
"No, mate. I was the bassist of Drive Shaft!"
"Drive Shaft? That dinky British band? You're kidding."
"No I'm not! 'You All Everybody'? My brother Liam and I wrote that song. And we're not dinky!"
"I had no idea, man." I remember the day the cave collapsed on him and Jack. Charlie had yelled out "I'm a bloody rock god!"
"Yeah, well not like it matters now. But I've been working on a few songs for when we get rescued! Wanna hear 'Monster Eats the Pilot'?"
"I'll pass. I actually came here to check on you. You've been a little mopey lately."
"Well forgive me if learning that I'm gonna die has put me in a foul mood."
"Do you really think you're gonna die? You really think Desmond told the truth, that he can see the future?"
"I don't know. That guy's a wanker. I don't know what to believe."
"Remember how after you killed Ethan, Sayid and I told you that you weren't alone?"
"Yeah."
"You're still not alone. You have so many people that care about you here. Don't dwell on some precognitive crap from a drunk Scotsman. If you are gonna die, just try living life to the fullest while you can, okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'll get right on that." He starts plucking at the guitar strings again.
I think I may have just made the situation worse.