And Meyer's practically useless, only able to follow along behind Charlie, trying desperately not to stumble or trip. The drunken feeling is wearing off slowly, but he's still not particularly coordinated. Why hadn't he gotten super strength, or super speed, or any of the other useful things vampires were sometimes said to have? Why couldn't he pry Charlie away from Ned -- and what was Charlie's fascination with Ned, anyway?

There's only one thing he knows how to do in a situation like this, and that's negotiate. It seems that Ned has the same idea, but he's not sure Ned's negotiations will be effective. Charlie is obviously singleminded in his focus on dragging Ned home, and doing... whatever it is he wants to do to him. Meyer doesn't want to think about that. It doesn't look as though it'll turn out well.

He reaches out a hand to Charlie's shoulder, knowing that he has to be careful. He'd already injured Ned once today; he doesn't need Charlie killing him. "Charlie," he manages, "Charlie, think about it. You can... you can take him home. You can take him home. Just don't hurt him, okay? You're holding him too tightly. C'mon. Let's go home."

He shoots Ned a desperate look, still unsteady on his feet. He hates this, he hates feeling powerless, and he hates whatever Charlie's become. He knows that if he tries to get in between the two of them physically, though, Charlie will simply shove him aside.