Charlie can't really hear what's going on around him. He has a vague idea of Meyer tugging at his hand, but it only makes him grip harder. All the matters is the man in front of him, and his urge to keep him.

He lets go of Meyer at last, but only so he can wrench Ned closer, and get him around the neck one-handed. Charlie's hands are warm - warmer than anyone's should be, and his grip is inhumanly strong. He smells him again, more obvious this time.

"You already tasted this, Meyer? I don'ts fucking blame you." He certainly smells good enough to eat. "You're coming homes with us, buddy."

Hand still firm around Ned's neck, he gives a strong jerk, moving him back towards their house.