wren wasn’t sure what had unfolded between charlie and aminah, nor charlie and jason – when it came to the situation involving the lovely brunette and the imperious redhead, he liked to stay out of it. he never really paid much heed to the blog that kept the whole of fashion valley updated on the ins and outs, but when it concerned charlie, he kept his eyes peeled. the blond had an inkling that with all the attention and heat that he was receiving, that he would require his support. and wren would willingly give it; his compassion was something that he could consciously tap into, and when it came to the boy that he had began caring so much for, he would give it without hesitation, allow charlie to draw from the bottomless well of his affection until he achieved whatever it was he may need. comfort, reassurance, acceptance – wren had it all, and he knew, what with the amount of things that seemed to be racing downhill, now was more a time than ever to let charlie know that he would always be there. he didn’t really bother to knock – he opted to see if the door was open, and when it was, he made his mostly silent entrance into the home, greeting winston with careful, specific attention until the animal was appeased, before moving past him and going into the living room where charlie was stationed. a blond eyebrow arches when he notices that the boy has swathed himself in his comforter – wren wished he would have worn something more comfortable than a the black on black denim that he wore, his feet tucked into boots (he missed paris, okay? he couldn’t always dress for the sunny weather of san diego, no matter how much he may overheat in his layered outfits). he toes his way out of them before he makes his way over to where his boy is. wren sits beside him, positioning his body so that if charlie sought physical comfort, he could have it; and if not, wren was comfortable with his long limbs sprawled; arm along the back of the couch, his legs parted with enough room for the boy to fit. ‘ hello, amour. i’ve missed you. ’ it was customary for him to say it allow – he did miss charlie. whenever he wasn’t with him. sometimes, even when he was there. ‘ i’m not hungry. but if you want something, i’d be glad to make it for you. or run out and get it. ’ he tilts his head, curious as to how bad this all really may be. if property brothers is on, it must be worse than he had anticipated. ‘ do you want to talk ? about anything that’s been going on ? ’
before, charlie called his life boring. maybe he was getting too cocky with it--- wishing life would spice itself up a little. this was not what he had meant. he didn’t mean losing control of his temper and saying regrettable things, nor did it mean losing one of his closest friends and someone he loved deeply. charlie was growing happy with boring. it was a boring he was sharing with someone, and it was not only fun, but fulfilling, too. if charlie had the ability to balance it all; if he could be with wren, and be friends with jason, and find it in himself to like aminah, he would in a heartbeat. charlie isn’t built that way, though. he’s insecure, and bitter. he’s angry and there’s voices in his head that say the meanest things. he ignores them most of the time but sometimes they slip out and hurt people who don’t deserve it. charlie wasn’t going to let himself ruin something that was good for jase. he wasn’t going to let himself ruin what he had with wren. he deserved this. that much he knew very well. but he had to do something very hard to get there. and honestly, the conversation didn’t go so great. it didn’t leave charlie skipping with joy. he didn’t feel a weight lifted off his shoulders. he just felt like shit. he probably could use a phonecall to one of his sisters, or even a trip to see his aunt. instead he wallowed in his apartment with his dog and called for his boyfriend to rescue him. laid out on the couch, he looks up to see wren taking a seat. always looking like a glorious beach god, charlie kind of wants to vomit, and not in the cute way he always does. “ i missed you too. “ he mumbles, looking back at the television. he watched this episode yesterday. at this point he can tell the brothers apart and it’s starting to scare him. “ i haven’t been hungry in two days. but three days ago i went to grocery store and spent thirty-two dollars on junk food and ate it all while watching the property brothers spinoff--- brother vs. brother. i think i fell asleep spooning a package of oreos. “ he mumbles, wrapping the blanket around him tighter. he looks back at wren. “ to sum up what you’ve missed, i told jase we can’t be friends anymore and it did not go so hot. now i’m down a friend, i’m still in shock at some of the horrifying things i said to aminah, suddenly my life has become some display for people i don’t even know. and then there’s you--- “ he stops, looking at wren. “ i just want to be with you and it feels like the world is crushing me with so much to remind me why i’ve been alone for so long. “ he sighs heavily, bringing the comforter to his nose. “ sorry that just got real sad. “ he looks at the tv to see jonathan working on some sort of overhead beam. “ shall i lighten to mood with saying i’d let jonathan scott bone me on top of a pile of saw dust? because i would. “ his tone is still flat, trying to use humor to blanket over the tragic things he just spewed out at wren.
