"We aren't going to Emily's wedding, are we?" Charlotte knew Kal and Whitney were getting ready because they were mainly going to look after Gib.
Rosco sat on the couch as if the cartoon on Cartoon Network was very important to him.
"I hadn't planned on it." He shrugged.
"I didn't think so," she sighed. "But I was thinking maybe I could bring Gib back here, and Jane and Lucy as well."
"But Jane's in the wedding," Rosco sighed.
"Well, maybe we could be there for the ceremony. Then I could bring them back here. You could help."
"I don't really want to." He looked a bit sleepy. She supposed he was right, probably still sick. A little.
"I thought you were all right with Emily and Archie?" She winced sitting nest to him and toying with the nap of his neck.
"I am." He sighed.
"Then what is it?"
"Nothing." He looked as if he'd lost something though. Charlotte wasn't sure what it could be.
"Are you upset with me?" She frowned.
He shook his head, no.
"Emily wanted to marry me." He barely said.
"But she was sick then. Sick on getting married." Charlotte reminded him. "Its a good thing it didn't happen, now isn't it? You might be sick in the head to, if it had."
"Probably." He nodded.
"Is that what all this moping around is for?" She squinted taking his hand.
"You don't trust me." He finally let the words escape him.
"What?" She squeezed his hand then. "I do too."
"Well, you said, you know, that dream-"
"It was a stupid dream," she smiled. "Besides, it was Rachel's baby." She laughed then, hoping he'd laugh too. But he just stared at her as if she shouldn't have said it. She should have never said those words.
He shoved his hands in his jeans and went to the kitchen to get a drink of water. For a moment she thought he might be someone else and not the Rosco she was used too.