Charles was your best friend, and it just so happened that you two were the best of friends, and you were practically thick as thieves. It even got to the point where you'd just fall asleep next to each other in silence and it was fine.

And of course you were the lucky one to whom Charles most often showed his soft side or allowed himself to give a weakness, knowing that you would not judge him.

Charles treasured you, he really did. So when you went on a robbery or a hunting trip or something without him, he could worry about you. A lot could happen to you when he wasn't there to help.

That was the case this time. You and a few other gang members decided to go on a small robbery that should have taken a few hours and no more. But alas, the plan went awry and it all dragged on for two days.

Charles was very worried about you when a day went by, and when two days went by and you were gone, he couldn't find a place to go. He had a hundred scenarios in his head about what could have happened to you. And he was a nervous wreck. He almost cried when he was alone, but he held it together.

But still, by the end of the second day, you were back at the camp, even managed to pull off the robbery. And who was the first person to greet you?

Of course it was Charles, only he looked very worried, almost like a lost puppy.

"What took you so long? What happened?" He said, almost on automatic.