It was fine; everything was fine, you told yourself when you first heard of what he'd say to his friends, but you really couldn't hear it anymore. The fact Charlie would think of you so degradingly and joke about it with his friends was enough to make you feel physically ill. Casual? Just someone he'd bang on the couch? Those words continuously dug knives into your heart as you repeated them in your head over and over. You eventually had to say something, right?