Charlie kept his eyes trained on Val’s, he refused to drop them to the ground — he wanted to be the last one standing here, after so long of being the oldest, being the most responsible… trying to figure out some way of getting through this world by himself and nothing but luck. He didn’t know why he was here, why after all these years he just decided to show up again, shaking his head, he let out a loud sigh. “I can’t believe this.” He muttered.
“If memory serves me right — and trust me, it does, you walked out on us.” His voice came off abrupt, quick and filled with a bit of pent up anger. “So no, family doesn’t need to buzz up — Ely and Nova, they don’t need to buzz up, but someone like you… they have to page up; that way the can be declined in the most spiteful way.” He shook his head, turning to walk back down towards his office, “You have no business here, and I don’t know where in your fucking brain, you did.” Val was the last person he wanted to see now, or ever — Charlie still needed air, desperately now, he needed air. Gritting his teeth almost immediately when his brother said that their parents would be proud and that he was proud, turning on one heel to face him — a harden face, and a tense jaw. “Don’t you dare say you’re proud of me — I know they would be proud, I did everything to be a proper adult, and I still have no clue what I’m doing, but don’t you dare say you’re proud of me — you have no right to say anything right now, Valentin.”