Charlie remained standing, frowning down at Delilah. He knew she'd been the one to break things off with House, which Charlie had been grateful for because the guy was a bloody boring pill, but it hadn't simply been because she wasn't happy with him. She'd gone through a lot, like the other boring bloke she'd dated, Scott, had died. All while she'd been stuck in Istanbul with bloody Nora. It was a rough time and Delilah had probably done the mature thing, so...
"It's weird," Charlie agreed, sitting back down with a wince and turning to look at the dancing pair. He hoped that this sight wasn't making Delilah question things with Summerby, because you didn't exactly have to reiterate the fact that you liked your boyfriend if you didn't have doubts.
"House was boring, Delly," Charlie said, rubbing his neck. "And Cadwallader's a flake. Don't think twice about them."
He sighed. It was always difficult to talk seriously with Delilah, but the stunned expression on his twin's face gave Charlie the urgent need to snap her out of it.
"You've got something good with Summerby," he said. Hell, Charlie was almost jealous; those flighty, honeymoon-phase days were things of the past.
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