Its halloween, Charles was helping you put on your costume, And you’ve been begging Charles to get himself a costume too.

“I don’t think im gonna get a costume, Okay?” Charles said as he brushed your hair away from your face, adjusting the costume to be a snug fit too.

Charles saw you as his own child, Which was reasonable. You were younger than him, and you acted like he was your dad..

“I don’t think they’d let a 27 year old man get a costume.” He sighed.