That's how you know something's wrong, isn't it? Ray initiates the fucking hug and it's like the whole world's erupted into furious, angry flame.

But Charlie is weak. Starved. He takes the hug and returns it, and holds Ray long enough to give a half-hearted, "That's a first, huh?"

He sounds so weak. Ray's always quiet, but that's out of choice; this, whatever this is, is quiet because of vulnerability. And Charlie would kiss him if it weren't for the fact he was supposed to be Terry Donovan right now.

Awkward, he steps back, taking a moment to grip both of Ray's cheeks and give him a good look. "You look like shit, kid." He smiles slightly.

"...and I faked my identity to get here. Call me Ter, all right?"