<i>Eh? Wazzat she just said?! Did. . .did she actually say she thinks she loves you?! Oh man, you can’t make this shit up, Old Man. Key word in all that is “think.” So then, the young woman obviously has at least one screw loose. heh So much for higher education.</i><br/><br/>Bastard! No help whatsoever. But then, what else is new? Seemingly caught between a rock and a hard place, Paul considered his somewhat limited options.<br/><br/><i>Wait, what? Rock hard? Kinda like a boner then. Y’know what to do with that, right? Right?!</i><br/><br/>Didn’t his batteries<i><u>ever</u> </i>run out?!<br/><br/><i>Naw, man. I’m fuckin’ solar-powered. Whatever the fuck that means. Read it somewhere. So anyways, what you gonna tell her? Worth noting that she’s also on the sauce. Retention, or lack thereof, if ya know what I’m sayin’.</i><br/><br/>Good question, and an even better point. Paul hadn’t the faintest idea, however, as to what he’d say to her. Having been blindsided tended to have that kinda effect on him, especially with something as heavy as Charlette saying she thought she was in love with him. Right about now, he definitely needed something a whole lot stronger than red wine.<br/><br/><i>You lookin’ at what I’m lookin’ at, Old Man? Rackola &gt;cough&lt; Breasteseses &gt;cough&lt; And y’know she puts out way better than Jemma ever did.</i><br/><br/>Yeah, thanks for the reminder, asshat, Paul thought. Ordinarily, he’d be annoyed with comments like that. But Charlette’s atomic bomb threw him for a loop of epic proportions. Desperate to say something, anything, he informed her, “Pretty sure dinner’s ready. Let’s go eat, Charlette.”<br/><br/><i>Un-fucking-believable! That all you got, Old Man?!</i><br/><br/>Apparently, the answer was “yes.”