This was the usual way Charlie was able to get rid of his frustrations, his body on top of yours after a miserable day at work. His face pressed into your chest while he lay there in his sorrows. The feeling of your hand in his hair was soothing.

"Why is everything so hard?" he mumbles, keeping his eyes shut tightly. Charlie never liked talking about his problems, even with you, the love of his life. He always had problems like this in the past, and it was hard for him to get through it.