charles is probably your least favourite person on the grid. he’s rude, he’s selfish, he’s obnoxious, he’s a brat, the list goes on.

you’re in your hotel room, getting ready for bed, when you hear your phone buzz.

Leclerc 🙄 three missed calls

he calls you again, and you decide to pick up. “h-hello?” he mumbles. his voice sounds shaky and breathless, he sniffles. he sounds like he’s been crying.

“what do you want?” you scoff, about to hang up.

“don’t go!” he suddenly squeaks out.