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Honey let out an amused noise and Charlie turned his head to look at her, then immediately looked away before they met each other’s eye – no fear of that when she put her head in her hand. He wasn’t sure what was funny—not that she’d sounded genuinely tickled—but he figured it was just a reaction to the whole maybe pregnant situation they were in, and he didn’t think he could blame her. She didn’t answer his how long question, but he supposed he hadn’t really asked it properly, so he didn’t blame her for that, either.Charlie had felt like he was walking on eggshells many a time in his life, with women (women), but this felt measurably worse— Am not keeping it. He let out a relieved noise, unintentionally and without being aware of it. He nodded once, not trusting himself to say anything. The way she’d said it sounded sure, like she meant it and had come to that decision without making it to keep him happy, or to test him, but— There was a small part of him that was annoyed that she wasn’t asking his opinion (the larger part of him was glad, obviously, because his opinion had the potential to make a shitshow of things).Honey moved beside him and Charlie turned his head a little towards her, keeping his gaze low – just in case. He was glad he had when she spoke, and he took the opportunity to have an overdue drag of his cigarette. He exhaled and nodded, realising that had been a fucking dick move, asking her that. “Yeah, sorry.” He wet his lips and breathed in the fresh air, rather than another lungful of smoke. The noise from the main street was noticeable again now—he’d been too focused on Honey, and this to hear it before—and he remembered again why she had come to London. She was right, even if he was a little mardy about her not asking him—they weren’t parent material, let alone together—and the whole undoing of things still left an uneasy feeling in his chest, but they didn’t even know if that was going to be necessary yet.“If you need me to… I dunno, do anything, I can…” he said quietly, chancing a sideways glance at her and holding it once he’d caught her eye. He wasn’t getting any awards for his delivery, but he meant it; he didn’t know what was really involved in… all of that, but he was part of the reason it had happened in the first place so it only seemed fair.