Polishing your gun, holding a dirty rag near the barrel. You saw Charles staring down at his hands while approaching you. Sitting on the log close to your body, his presence calming.

Slowly, he extended his palm, displaying a handmade necklace. Without saying a word, he placed it around your neck. You noticed its resemblance to his own.

“You like it?” He asked, observing your expression for any signs of appreciation.