"We…we can fix 'em right?"

"…"

"Right?!"

"Pickles…"

"I mean…we can spend as much as we need to so we can get them back? Like before they even took that snake drug?"

"…"

"Charlie…"

"Candynose gouged his eyes out with his drumsticks, Pickles."

"We can buy him new ones like we did for Dick! Better ones than Dick!"

"Mr. Thunderbottom is still vomiting acid blood."

"…so?"

"And Bullets…"

"Don't…"

"He's…"

"Please!"

"Dead."

"…"

"I'm sorry, Pickles. There's nothing we can do."

"God...please…"

"I don't think Candynose and Thunderbottom are going to make it either, honestly."

"…"

"I'm sorry."

"This was going to be our comeback, Charlie."

"I know."

"We…we were going to be awesome."

"I don't doubt it. You were very good back in the day."

Keen eyes caught the trembling of the redhead's hands and Charles waited calmly, keeping his arms relaxed and at his sides; knowing that Pickles would be angry if he tried to hug him in comfort.

Without a word, Pickles hugged him; his hands balled into fists and his eyes closed as Charles wrapped his arms around him in a warm hug.

"I miss them all ready, Charlie."

"I know, Pickles." He sighed, resting a hand on the back of his head tenderly. "I know."