Charlie isn't Meyer's keeper. He is very much aware of this. They both live their own lives and go their own places and generally he doesn't have a problem with this. But today... well the fact that Meyer isn't here is just bugging him. Maybe it's because of all the things people are turning into, he knows there's a chance Meyer could be more at risk than usual. Or maybe he knows deep down people are at risk from Meyer himself.

Either way, he gives up pacing around the house waiting for him to come home, and goes out after him.

He's not hard to find, not in a place this size. Besides, there's something drawing him to the park, a smell or a feeling that makes him feel like it's a good place to go.

He spots Meyer's fairly quickly, and strides over, getting a firm hand around his bicep to hoist him up before he can protest too much. "Come on, we're going home," he says and that should be the end of that. Except.

Except. That smell and that feeling. It's coming off Meyer, slightly. But even stronger from the man there with him. It's almost intoxicating, and Charlie just has to stop. And stare.