[He opens his mouth then closes it, swallowing down whatever half cocked thing he'd been meaning to say in the first place for at least the time it takes Sully to excuse himself and pull the glasses. Charlie glances after him, holds for a moment until he's sure Sully's out of earshot, and then swings abruptly back to Chloe. He's shredding the damp napkin, leaving bits of paper all over the damp tabletop.]
No. I'll work with him, but I won't live with the man. I don't want him in our flat.
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No. I'll work with him, but I won't live with the man. I don't want him in our flat.