A/N: Charles/Metis friendship, angst, slight Metis/Josh and Charles/Jay.
We were close.
Closer than we ought to be.
Our bond,
like that of brothers,
surpassed anything
either of us had every known.
Sweaty hands,
sweaty clothes,
sweaty friends,
joined at the hip.
You are to me,
as I am to you.
I have
a feeling for you
with no name.
'Love'?
Too restricting.
'Friendship'?
Too simple.
So,
I'll make up my own.
Langship.
That's what we have.
Love
ANGst
friendSHIP
All qualities of our
'relationship'.
And then,
you meet him.
I knew about him,
saw the random looks he'd give you.
I don't know why I didn't stop it.
I know why.
Nothing,
not even I,
can stop love.
Nothing,
not even our langship.
And now,
I have that kid.
Jen?
Jim?
Jay! That's his name!
The smoking,
posing,
meek,
prat.
That idiot.
But,
I can't not have
this feeling
for him.
It's something different,
then what me and him have.
But it's something.
Not a betrayal,
to you and me.
Let our feelings,
go separate ways,
but our langship
stay here.