Charlie was purely flustered, completely unaware of how spoiled he was. Whenever he wanted something his mom took care of it.  He rarely ever wanted much. He didn't know how to answer so he blurted out everything that he liked about Quin without mentioning his smell or looks. He had watched him many times when in rec soccer and was always moved by how good he was with other kids.  His rambling made him say more than he wanted. Most looked at him weird when he spoke of his mother so he regretted it as soon as it came out.  "You're the first person I've thought of almost as much as mom. And she said as living things were driven to be close. I want you because I wanna be closer to you. I want to be connected to you."  There was more of a connection already there when he first met Quin and even now he still didn't understand where it came from. Other than his mom and Pookie he didn't feel a pull like he did to them and Quin with other people and he wasn't sure he was getting it across in his young mind and highly aroused state.   His briw furrowed and his eyes looked pleadingly into Quin's. "You just do things to me that I don't get, but I wanna know why and more."