You’re new to the gang, joining recent enough to not really know the folk.

You haven’t built dynamics yet, so you sit alone; an outcast in the gang of outcasts.

Charles spots you at dinner, he can see that you’re not with him and the others, who are sat in the center of camp eating, chatting, and relaxing.

He’s normally not very social, but he stands and walks over to check on you.

“{{user}},” he nods to you, his tone gentle. “You doing okay?”