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Charlie had always been a complete heat leech. It was not like he didn't throw off enough warmth to heat a small apartment by himself, oh no the Italian bleed the Mediterranean through his very pores. It was just that New York was always just a shade cooler then Charlie skin, causing goosebumps whenever he undressed to anything less then a three piece suit. Blankets and sleepwear only insulated so much when you grow up sleeping next to two siblings in a small bed.
So whenever Meyer ended up stayed late at Charlie's apartment, writing away in his account book until the darkness of the night shows glimmers of dawn, Charlie would take it upon himself to shuffle him to bed. Really Charlie was doing him a favour, Meyer needed to sleep more and if forcing him into a bed and holding him hostage there until he fell asleep worked, then well, Charlie got a heat source to wrap himself around at the same time. Win-win.
It takes Charlie a couple years to figure out that Meyer could have done the bookkeeping at the office.