Being put up for nomination every week since he's been in has left Halfwit feeling high and dry. In desperate need of a little affection, he asked Charlie for a bit of the good stuff that's he's so been missing.
"Charlie, can I have a cuddle," asked Halfwit quietly as Charlie lay in the garden sunbathing.
"Yeah, of course," said Charlie. And Halfwit didn't waste a second before spooning up to Charlie on his towel.
"Oh god, this is so..." said Siavash, thankfully not getting to the punchline.
"I'm just cuddling," said Halfwit, knowing full well what Siavash was implying. "I'm not in that head space at all."
Yeah, OK.
"I like spooning," Halfwit purred in Charlie's ear, but that could have been the tipping point, because within seconds Charlie had sat bolt upright complaining of feeling sick and blaming last night's boozing.
"I've never had a down day in here apart from yesterday. I think I was a bit homesick and it was getting to me and stuff," said Charlie in a bid to stave off an uncomfortable silence. "You know if you ever need to talk, I'm there for you... I'm there for anyone." Was that a brush off? If it was, Halfwit didn't hear it.
"Do you mind if I lay my head on your chest?" he implored? And then the truth came out. Sort of. "People will think that we're going out together," said an uncomfortable-sounding Charlie.
"People will think what they like," replied Halfwit. "I just wanna feel, you know, connected."
Hmm, this is one connection that ain't making a circuit...
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