Alistair's POV
I could say my relationship with Charles had improved. He'd grown on me, and truth be told, he acted really childish — but it was understandable.
After everything he'd been through, maybe this was his way of catching up, he'd been through heart break recently .
The laughter, the impulsive choices, the endless chatter — it was exhausting sometimes, but there was something strangely grounding about it.
He filled the silence I used to live in.
Sometimes I'd catch him doing something ridiculous, like balancing spoons on his nose or humming while trying to cook, and I'd almost tell him to stop… but then he'd look up, grin, and it'd all feel lighter somehow.
I wasn't sure when it happened — when I stopped seeing him as a burden and started seeing him as someone I didn't want to lose. Maybe it was the way he never hesitated to reach out, even when I pushed him away. Or maybe it was the way his laughter lingered long after he'd left the room.
