"I know," she said quietly, and after a moment's thought she put a hand on his shoulder. She'd helped him pack up his office when he left the SGC for the Pentagon; he'd gotten quiet like this when he'd packed Charlie's picture away.

And then wanted to label the whole box as SGC crap until she scratched it out and did a proper inventory.

He'd never really talked about Charlie, other than the obvious, and she had never pried. There were some things that were just outside that boundary, whether in the boundaries of rank or out of it.