Talk to Charlie

"You wanted to talk," Ethan says, knowing she doesn't need the reminder, "You didn't say about what."

"Yeah... One sec." Charlie pulls herself to her feet again, this time going towards the bar. She comes back a minute later with a beer in one hand and a shot in the other. Taking the shot, then cracking open the beer, she lets out a sigh. "Okay well," she sips the beer, "Things got kinda weird the other right, right?"

"Hm," Ethan remembers holding onto her wrist, and her reaction to it. Both of them acting out of character. "Kinda yeah..."

She takes a long pull off her beer, "What... Was that?"

Ethan considers the quest for a long moment, not fully ready to admit what it was to himself. "I don't know..." he lies, to himself just as much as her.

Charlie takes a moment, thinking. "Well... is that kinda thing going to happen again?"

Starting to answer, Ethan halts himself. Was it? Taking a second longer, he lets himself really stew on that.

It could. And if they spent enough time together, it likely would. That was the truth.

Knowing he needs to say something though, he readies an answer.