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He felt a flush he hadn't felt in months. Charlie watched her twitch and stutter and draw herself closer to him but he couldn't make a move. He didn't know if he could, or if he should, but it didn't matter because he was rooted to the ground. It had not been a hard conclusion to make that he had fallen for the girl in front of him, even without his therapy Charlie would all but admit to himself that the breakup and the fallout was what had forced him to find some form of comfort.

Merlin's beard, he was a mess. A mess he wouldn't admit, and had not managed to say out loud, but Charlie knew his behavior wasn't exactly savory. He didn't like being the bad guy. He liked being liked, he liked being the center of attention, but to get the attention it seemed like you had to go out of your way to cause a scene. He couldn't win, and being unable to help Penelope through the mess she had been in (was still in?) had felt like he'd foiled something that was actually giving him everything he needed.

Staring at her reminded him of everything he'd missed about them. Penny would listen to him, she'd actually take the time to understand him and---yes, yes a lot of their time together was spent snogging and more but had there been a bird he'd shacked up with more than once in the course of these past few months? Had there been one to capture his attention so fully and vividly?

He shook his head at her apology, even though it was what he had wanted to hear. Charlie wasn't noble enough to not think that he had gotten the short end of the whole ordeal, but he wouldn't blame her for it. He had, but it was clearer now that she honestly felt like it was the best thing to do.

"I didn't think you'd come," he croaked, having unconsciously moved with her step by step to close the space between them. His smile made him look almost delirious, and he hadn't had a drink in over an hour, "You didn't---thank you for coming."