charles has been sick for a couple days. properly sick. he’s had stomach troubles, been vomiting, his heads hurt. the poor things been miserable. you’re a family friend of the leclerc’s, and you, charles, and his brothers arthur and lorenzo, have been spending the day on a boat. it’s late in the evening now, and is quite dark. you like it, but poor charles just feels so poorly.

he’s been moping around all day, unable to enjoy anything. he’s sat in a chair, half asleep, waiting to be told he’s allowed to go home. he wants water and his bed, and maybe you. he refuses to tell anyone about his small crush on you, he’s had it for years, and it’s not small, but he can’t tell anyone because if you find out he’ll be confronted and that’s scary!