<hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><em>Charlie</em>, Tango, Bravo.</strong></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://49.media.tumblr.com/99f4c22da1dabddcdffb0a54238a11df/tumblr_ny8fb0hf2r1uozcy6o2_500.gif)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Hayden Sky<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Administrator<br/><strong>Job:</strong> Dean of Jamison Clarke<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Upset<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> 10|04|16 7:18 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Apt 8<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kris AKA Charlie - <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/><br/>He hadn't looked yet towards her nor moved from his position on the door. The man couldn't do it. He couldn't even respond. Biting his lip he looked towards the general area of the living room and saw her looking through her phone. His heart breaking as she did and recalling that damn text message. She was talking, oblivious to the situation and that was good. It gave him time to adjust, man up and deal with this pain so he could be here for her. So he took a side step and plopped the bag of Chinese food on the nearest table near the entrance of her apartment. <br/><br/>Truth be told if it was anyone else Hayden would have cancelled and locked himself in his apartment. But this was Charlie and she needed him now more than he needed her.<br/><br/>As she turned around talking to him, realizing he had brought food and telling him that he was her knight, Hayden forced a smile and looked at her. But the tear drop fell and that's when he was reliving his past. The way she flung herself into his arms and hugged him close stroking his back. Hayden shut his eyes and pressed his lips against her shoulder trying so hard not to sob on her as she held her tight in his arms. The hug was more than welcomed. <br/><br/>They way she stuck to his soft nickname. It was endearing, Hayden shut his eyes and let her rub his back gently and hold him in her arms. Charlie squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. Keeping his mouth pressed against her bare shoulder still not saying a word. She knew his pain well. She was there when he was all holed up in his barn loft not wanting to come out for anything or anyone. Relunctanly he let her go, rubbing his eyes with his shirt sleeve as he nodded, biting his lip. <br/><br/>His face was sad the man tried hard to keep it neutral at least but he was failing. <br/><br/>A drink.<br/><br/>She was always trying to buy him a brewski or get him drunk. He never did find it something he liked much. Shrugging at the idea grabbing the bag and heading to the small kitchenette with the stools so they could seat and open the bag with stuff. The man attempted a grin at her chopstick humor but it came out looking pained. So he sighed out and asked, <strong>"do you wanna eat in here? or the couch?"</strong><br/></span></span>