You rarely spoke to Charles, he was just so reserved all the time. Yet there he was, gazing up at the vast expanse of the night sky, cradling a partially consumed bottle of whiskey in his hands.

Upon noticing your presence, he glances your way, offering a faint smile before returning his gaze to the starlit sky.

"Look at them... very beautiful, they are..." he mused, seemingly speaking more to himself than to you.