Colby opened the door to his apartment, stunned when he suddenly had an armful of math professor in his arms. Charlie'd flung himself at Colby, wrapping his arms around his neck and burying his head against Colby's shoulder. He was mumbling unintelligibly, though Colby was almost positive that anything he was saying would go completely over his head.
"Hey, hey Charlie," he encouraged, pulling back just enough to get a good look at Charlie's face. His brows were furrowed and he looked…well, more than worried. Way more than worried. Colby tangled his fingers in Charlie's hair. "What's going on?"
"You, I…Don told me what happened." Oh. OH. Charlie bit his lip, pain racing across his face. Colby noticed there was a smudge of chalk on Charlie's cheek. Colby really wanted to wipe it off. Or maybe lick it off before—focus Granger.
Colby smoothed his knuckles over Charlie's cheek bone. "I was so worried, I didn't think…I, it was worse than with Don. At least then he had his gear on and the gunman wasn't near as clo--" Colby rolled his eyes and rested his fingers over Charlie's lips.
"Stop babbling, genius. I'm fine, see?" Charlie looked him up and down, making sure for himself that Colby was in one piece. Satisfied, he tugged up against Colby again.
"I was so afraid that you'd-- that something had happened and--" Colby rolled his eyes, pushing Charlie away from him and tilting his head back, claiming his lips. Charlie's eyes widened momentarily, like they usually did, and he curled his hands over Colby's biceps. His eyes fluttered shut, savoring the contact. Colby pulled away, hands on Charlie's shoulders.
"You gonna be ok now?" Colby's eyes narroed a bit, searching Charlie's face. Charlie's face was blank when he trailed his hand up Colby's neck and around the back of his head.
"Will you?" Colby blinked, eyes softening at the worry and love written all over Charlie's expression. He smiled, caressing the skin near Charlie's collar.
"Yeah, I'm good." er, I blame irena_adler. I think this is kinda like...mutual hugs? or something. whatever.
Also, I'm pretty sure my don!muse will never ever forgive me. ever. D:
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"Hey, hey Charlie," he encouraged, pulling back just enough to get a good look at Charlie's face. His brows were furrowed and he looked…well, more than worried. Way more than worried. Colby tangled his fingers in Charlie's hair. "What's going on?"
"You, I…Don told me what happened." Oh. OH. Charlie bit his lip, pain racing across his face. Colby noticed there was a smudge of chalk on Charlie's cheek. Colby really wanted to wipe it off. Or maybe lick it off before—focus Granger.
Colby smoothed his knuckles over Charlie's cheek bone. "I was so worried, I didn't think…I, it was worse than with Don. At least then he had his gear on and the gunman wasn't near as clo--" Colby rolled his eyes and rested his fingers over Charlie's lips.
"Stop babbling, genius. I'm fine, see?" Charlie looked him up and down, making sure for himself that Colby was in one piece. Satisfied, he tugged up against Colby again.
"I was so afraid that you'd-- that something had happened and--" Colby rolled his eyes, pushing Charlie away from him and tilting his head back, claiming his lips. Charlie's eyes widened momentarily, like they usually did, and he curled his hands over Colby's biceps. His eyes fluttered shut, savoring the contact. Colby pulled away, hands on Charlie's shoulders.
"You gonna be ok now?" Colby's eyes narroed a bit, searching Charlie's face. Charlie's face was blank when he trailed his hand up Colby's neck and around the back of his head.
"Will you?" Colby blinked, eyes softening at the worry and love written all over Charlie's expression. He smiled, caressing the skin near Charlie's collar.
"Yeah, I'm good."
er, I blame
Also, I'm pretty sure my don!muse will never ever forgive me. ever. D: