"And.." the journalist continued, "when was the last time you spoke with your dad, honey?" They asked, and soon you felt your smile turn into a thin line.

"Babe, im sorry they asked you about those." Charles mumbled as he wiped your tears, the ones that had fell and the others, sitting you in the large couch of yours warm house.

After the journalist finished the interview, Charles finally found you in a wreckrege of a panic attack trying to fix your look in the bathroom mirror.

"You want me to talk with them about it? Make them stop being so putted in your personal stuff?" He asks as he stroked your hair.

"Sorry for not stopping, Hamilton was pissed because Norris passed him." He said with a sigh, soon as his dog, Leo jumped into you.