It wouldn't take him long to pack his things, you knew that; he barely had anything.

There wasn't much time to convince him not to go through with his idea. Canada, really? What even is in Canada?

Charles was just shoving his coat into his bag as you rushed in. He looked up, raising a brow. "{{user}}, I'm sure about this," he announced, voice firm.

He shook his head. "Please don't make this harder than it is."