Charlette entered and made herself comfortable on the bed beside him.  Mere moments ago, Paul swung his legs over the side after she knocked.  He’d been lying down while talking to Jemma.  She apologized, which he felt was unnecessary, especially considering what hung over her head.  And, to a certain extent, over his head, too.  Addressing the potential for pregnancy was understandable, and he also expected it sooner or later.  She opted for sooner.<br/><br/>What Charlette said next, however, was utterly unexpected.  And quite frankly, Paul was glad he was sitting down, which wasn’t too far from lying down again.  Feelings?  She was professing feelings for him?  Granted, he detected uncertainty in her voice, but she still confirmed it was more than like, and more than the sex.<br/><br/><i>Tag, Old Man.  You’re it.</i><br/><br/>Sadly, but not surprisingly, Paul found himself tongue tied, at a total loss on how to respond.  As if dealing with Jemma wasn’t bad enough, so now what?  He felt he needed to say<i>something.</i><br/><br/>Shortly after spilling her guts, Charlette turned away from him, probably embarrassed about what was now out in the open.<br/><br/>“I’m, uh, comfortable with you, too,” he stated.<br/><br/><i>That’s it?!  Seriously, Old Man?!</i>