Charlie smiled back, thinking of how amusing a fight between Lester and Pookie would go. The idea of Pookie being hurt anymore than he had seen of it in the past made him crinkle his nose and be glad the fight wouldn't take place.<br/><br/>"You look beautiful mom." Charlie whispered after he had finally gotten dressed himself. The uniform was a pain. He liked being naked or just his shorts. At least he had soccer after school and could change to shorts. Changing would cause some issues. Since he'd been in soccer he avoided changing in front of others. His hips weren't anything like his mother's, but he still had more curves than you average eighteen year old male. Other males tend to point this out or for some reason take that as a reason to touch him as if his smell drawing some people close wasn't bad enough. He made a mental note to ask Quin about it the first chance he got.