[right][h2]Charlie's Catharsis[/h2][@BaronOBeefDip][/right]
[color=808080]The weight of the question hung between them.

"I am... But in the way that matter most?" Something like regret crossed Birkin's face as he shook his head. "No."

The bartender appeared, sliding a drink across the bar. Her partner nodded once. "Thanks." He lifted the glass and took a long sip before setting it back down.

When he spoke again, his eyes found hers. "Whatever you need to say, if you can't say it in a dream, you won't say it to my face when we reunite."[/color]