Charles shrugs off the evening and dips under the doorway into his home in the barracks; a nice little place, a separate condominium merged only to the mess hall. Given its location, the air it holds will always carry gunsmoke, but that is something that might as well be a given regardless. It is not a normal means of settling down and that is precisely what brings him to adore it. "Robbie-robs," he begins down the hall, "Hey, robber like burglar ; I should call you burglar. Hambuglar? Shit, I want a burger." An annoyed groan pries its way out of Roberts' mouth like creaking machinery. His silhouette quickly shrivels into a lump under the blanket at the flicking on of a lightswitch; "Turn the fucking light off, Jesus fuck, two in the goddamn morning--" Sentence is cut off by a cannonball dive into the queen-sized mattress and 250 pounds rushing to his chest. "Get off of me. Matter of fact," Roberts suggests, "get offa me and turn the light off and then get in bed and let me sleep." Charles relents, mumbling something of 'demands, demands' and trudging back toward the lightswitch. He flicks the plastic down, the ceiling lamp burns out, and Roberts hurriedly guides Charles back into his arms.
The bone of his jaw slots against a larger collarbone, and their silhouettes merge into amorphous warmth, Roberts pushes deeper, deeper, bubbling in a rare sort of vulnerable; orchid, beneath the blackberry thorns, dares to raise its frail petals toward the sun and allows itself to drink and drink and heal and crumble. Charles traces some sort of shape into his back with a heavy paw, but as far as Roberts is aware, that is his own paw against his own skin and his own second heart beating against its chambers. How funny, he dully considers, not to mingle vital organs and open circulatory systems in the dead of night, but to give his own for codependence. He is a self sufficient man. What is he to do when half his soul is now under the possession and care of something he cannot control? Charles has fallen asleep. Finally, Roberts decides, for once in his life, the question need no mind paid. He is safe now, and he is safe in the form he has chosen as a half for as long as he lives.
Roberts closes his eyes and falls asleep with him.

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