Charles had been devasted when his older brother killed himself or apparently, had been assassinated like Pierre Gasly informed him. He met Pierre at the start of summer holiday and had been very surprised when the student arrived with all his confidence and determined look, asking about Lorenzo's and Alex's death, looking at him dead in the eyes without flinching. At first, Charles obviously said no because my god who was he to ask this question ? But ... Pierre was very adorable like a kicked puppy who ... never let go of the bone when he had one. So after a while Charles decided to help the student in his quest to find who killed Lorenzo and Alex five years ago. What a mess he was now in. Pierre, or Sarge like Charles called him, was the most selfless, most clever but also most daring person that Charles ever met. He was constantly distracting Pierre because else the French wasn't going to stop.

After stealing some files in the Ivy hotel and being chased, Charles was reading it while devoring pancakes, stuffing the delicious pastries in his mouth, grinning happily and playing a bit dumb to make Pierre seem valued and not put down like his friend Esteban would. Charles hated Esteban so much it wasn't even funny anymore. "Hey I know this names." Charles pointed the nicknames used by Alex and mystery older men used. "Jay Gatsby and Daisy Buchanan..." He smiled and stuffed more pancakes in his cheeks.