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[animated]

Don't you have like, a bed of your own that you should be in?

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[ Guesssss who's pulling a face. ]

Really? You're gonna side with them?

[ Them being literally everyone ever. ]

[animated]

Peter. Sitting in that chair all day can't be good for you.

Go get some rest, I'm fine.

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[ His only reply is scooting the chair in closer and giving Charlie a pointed look, as if to say, What are you gonna do about it? Or possibly, Tough tits, Methuselah. ]

[animated]

[ He gives Peter a pointed look back, but it quickly fizzles out. Maybe he doesn't have the energy.

Or maybe the fact that Peter wants to stay means more to him than he'd like to let on. ]

Okay, but don't come crying to me if you aggravate something.

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[ He mimics Charlie's voice with surprising accuracy, ] It's touching, how much you care for me.

[animated]

I don't seriously sound like that, do I?

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[ A beat, then, ] Do you want the truth, or do you want me to lie, since you're convalescing?

[animated]

Go easy on a poor, injured soul, would you?

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[ After another brief hesitation-- ]

Maxwell. Charlie Maxwell.

[ -- and he goes for Timothy Dalton as James Bond. ]

But I'll answer to Charwin.

[animated]

Charwin is not even a name.

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[ He doesn't drop the accent. ]

I assume you don't approve, then.

[animated]

Not in the slightest, Mr. Bond.

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[ Peter smirks and goes back to his normal speaking voice. ]

What is your full name, anyway? Do you have a girly middle name? Is it Mariah?

[animated]

Pfft, no. It's Oliver.

[ He inclines his head slightly- the best he can do for a bow ] Charles Oliver Maxwell the Third, at your service.

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[ He mimics the movement. ]

Yeah. I'm still gonna call you Charwin.

[animated]

I'm still gonna protest against it for the rest of forever.

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Hey, that's fine. I can't be stopped, though.

[animated]

Well okay. So long as we know where we stand.

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[ He laughs quietly, resting his head on his arm again. ]

I thought I told you to go to sleep, Merlin?

[animated]

Cool your jets. I'm getting there.

[ He falls quiet for a moment, and it seems at first like he's drifted off, until he quietly says, ] I'm glad you're here, Peter.

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[ He was part of the way there, himself, and he gives Charlie a sleep sort of smile. ]

Good luck gettin' rid of me, Maxwell.

[animated]

Wouldn't dream of it.

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Good.

[ He gives his arm a gentle squeeze, then, ]

Now be quiet. Tryin' to sleep.