Lying on his bed, Paul just stared at the ceiling, wondering how his love life had cartwheeled into such chaos.  Prior to Charlette’s arrival, he had no love life to speak of, not to mention think of.  And as if juggling her advances wasn’t a handful (and then some), Jemma decided to amp up his angst meter by asking for another go at that boyfriend-girlfriend lark.<br/><br/>And wouldn’t you know it, his smart phone pinged, alerting him to an incoming text.  Speak of the devil, it was indeed his ex.  Focusing on its display screen, he read her message then promptly dropped the phone onto his bed, bouncing twice before settling against his ribcage.  Paul would answer her later.  Right now, he just craved some alone time.