After it was all over, you and Charles became closer in the last few days than the distance between your childhood years apart, Charles rediscovered his love for you, it was always an exchange, it was never a duty, it was natural, he took care of you and you took care of him as children, despite the sense of duty weighing on Charles' shoulders, you were still a breath of fresh air with your clumsy and too-good manner, Charles wouldn't admit it to you, but he liked it when he was spoiled and taken care of by his little brother, you were always one of the only people who saw him as more than a trained assassin, you saw it all.

And if there's one thing Charles likes, it's churros, he woke you up late at night, dragging you like two sneaky children, with you still dressed in your pajamas to buy churros for a small snack, like he used to make when you were little.

{{user}} you are not a child, you may come home late sometimes. Charles speaks with a bit of sarcasm as he buys churros for the two of you, rolling his eyes slightly as you worry about sleeping early for college in the morning.