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[im_chuckbass]

It was morning, and Chuck was sober. It was the first time he'd seen either of those states in a few days, but everyone, even Chuck Bass, had their breaking points, and it seemed he'd finally reached his. He'd gotten up and out of bed before noon, showered, dressed, even combed his hair. And now it was barely lunchtime, and he had no idea what to

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[dillon_princess]

There were a lot of things that Lyla expected to see when she came into the rec room that day. in fact, having someone at the piano wasn't even that weird. She'd gotten used to finding Cole Porter of all people there. But Chuck sitting and playing wasn't at all something she thought to see.

Watching for a minute before she did anything, she wondered what else it was that she didn't know about him. He had a talent for this, and as much as Chuck had an ego, there were things it seemed like he really couldn't believe in himself for.

Setting down on the bench, she leaned over his shoulder, her chin resting light against it, "I didn't know you played piano."

[im_chuckbass]

He startled slightly when she sat down, but managed to get back on track after only a few out of sync notes. Playing was easier than stopping; it gave him something to do while he decided how to handle this. He was still embarrassed about what had happened with Lyla the other day, after the fight; he'd never had a problem like that before, and he had no idea if she'd noticed or, if so, what she thought of it. Of him.

"Never asked," he said, keeping his eyes on the keys. "Good morning." He'd follow her lead, he supposed; better to find out what she was thinking about what happened and to go from there.

[dillon_princess]

Really, she had been hoping the same thing from him. That night she'd gone and found Blair, and while she'd never seen the girl so defeated, she'd at least gotten one version of the truth from her. If Chuck could just say something, anything, it would have made this whole thing easier.

"You're right, I didn't." Of course, it wouldn't happen the easy way, and it wasn't something she expected much anymore, her hand resting light on his waist as she listened to him play. It was a risk, but she kissed his cheek lightly, "Morning to you, too."

[im_chuckbass]

Mm, pity. Of course. After all, who wouldn't feel sorry for the guy who can't get it up for a half-naked cheerleader on top of him after his not-girlfriend sleeps with another guy? This was perhaps the first day since he'd arrived that he hadn't regretted being on Gilligan's Island, because at least here Gossip Girl wasn't having a field day with this news.

"If you're looking for a charity case, you've got the wrong room," he said, never taking his hands off the keys. God, why was it again that he'd thought it would be a good idea to try to get through the morning without a drink?