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If that's how you wanna spend your energies, sure. You might as well be pissed at the ocean for being fucking wet whiles you're at it.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[Frankly, he's the kind of person that could be pissed at the ocean for being wet, but Charlie already knows that. Meyer doesn't like things to be out of his control, and he really doesn't like people like Masseria.]

And how do you suggest I spend my energy instead?

[That could almost be a flirtatious tone, if taken in the right light. Or it could be a genuine question.]

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[Charlie chooses flirtatious. But then again, he usually does.]

I ain't got nothing to say to thats ain't fucking obvious.

[He leans in to kiss Meyer, which he's sure is also obvious but enjoyable anyway.]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[It's probably a better choice than talking, anyway. He could've worked himself up into a real frenzy, talking about how much he disliked Masseria and how much he hated being apart from Charlie. It's not like he can't handle himself on his own, but Charlie's as much a part of him as anything else. Having to pretend not to be working with him is difficult.

Kissing back communicates all of that, though, if it's possible to speak through a kiss. It's like making up for lost time, although they really hadn't been separated that long, in the big scheme of things.]

[dowhatisays]

[It's long enough apart, especially for them. In the past few years especially they've rarely spent more than a day or two apart.

He takes his time kissing him, one hand wound around the back of his neck. But he can sense there's still a lot between them, the events of today hanging over them as a dark cloud. When he pulls back it's with a hint of a smile on his face, although it dissolves again quickly.]

You knows I hates it too, Meyer. They was they was today, like I was his fucking trophy or some shit.

I'm certain he only made me goes, he knew you and AR would be theres.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

AR treated me like his trophy, too.

[He says it quietly, but matter-of-factly. He hadn't really expected either Masseria or AR to behave any differently, but somehow he's still disappointed. It all strikes him as so juvenile somehow, the way everyone in that room had felt the need to act like they were more powerful than the rest. In his opinion, true power would mean not having to make such obvious displays, and he doesn't particularly like being paraded as a potential source of AR's power, either.]

Both of them wanted us to question each other. Question our allegiances.

[That had to be part of it, too. He leans against Charlie for a brief moment, taking a deep breath.]

[dowhatisays]

Sick fucks, huh?

[He brings his forehead in against Meyer's, hand around his neck still holding him firmly.]

Pretty fucking idiotic, too, if they thinks they got us split up for goods.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

They have a certain perception of the way things are. It may not necessarily correlate with reality.

[Another tiny smile. The hand on his neck feels good; as uncomfortable as unwarranted touch usually makes him, Charlie's touch is almost never unwelcome.]

Unfortunately, we have to play along for now.

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Yeah, yeah. Lucky for us we're good at secrets, huh?

[They've been hanging onto this one for a while, after all. He lets his fingers wander up and down along the column of Meyer's neck for a little bit, cataloging the little minute expressions on Meyer's face as he does. Call it information gathering.]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

Just another thing to add to the endless list of things we don't talk about.

[Another person might have said that in a bitter way, but he's not bitter about it. He's pretty much accepted that their lives are going to be largely lived in a way that keeps most things hidden. It's okay by him -- he's had a lot of practice at keeping secrets.

If he's leaning into Charlie's touch a little, well, that's just because he wants to completely erase the memories of the meeting from his mind. Too bad that's nearly impossible.]

[dowhatisays]

I don't feels like talking so much, anyhow.

[Which means that yes, he pulling Meyer in for another kiss now, he is predictable.]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[He'd been pretty sure that'd be Charlie's response, and there's a certain charm to the predictability. They live in an unpredictable world, after all, where allegiances change at the drop of a hat. It's nice to know that Charlie's here, and very much his partner, not anybody else's.

This time his hand goes to the back of Charlie's neck, too, mirroring Charlie's movement, holding him as close as he possibly can. Although he still holds his cigarette in his other hand, it's all but forgotten now.]

[dowhatisays]

[It feels nice - secure and symmetrical like this. His fingers are still playing with Meyer's hair - this time the little stray wisps at the back of his neck.]

Your smoke's burning out.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[He pauses to take a final drag on his cigarette, and then stubs it out in the ashtray, smiling a little.]

There. Not burning out anymore.

[And now he has two free hands, which can only really be a good thing.]

[dowhatisays]

[Definitely only a good thing. Charlie grins at him, and pulls him in closer with both hands on his ass.]

C'mere.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[He's happy enough to be pulled a little closer, hand still on the back of Charlie's neck so that he can pull him down for another kiss. It's strange, how comfortable he can be with Charlie, how damn well he can know him and just about everything about him, and still find it so exciting just to kiss him.]

[dowhatisays]

[Charlie tries not to think too hard into that particular point, as it just starts messing with how damn good it feels to be wrapped up in his arms and over-thinking things is Meyer's job.

He'd so much rather just ruck up the back of Meyer's shirt and shove his hands down the back of his trousers, seeking out those little touches of skin. ]

[recognize_an_opportunity]

[It's true, he's pretty damn good at over-thinking things, and he's trying not to do it right now. There're a lot more important things at the moment, like running his fingers through Charlie's hair and pressing into his touch. He can't complain about Charlie seeking out his bare skin, because he's suddenly convinced Charlie's wearing far too many clothes himself.]