All that could be heard in the night was the quiet crackle of the fire and the light breathing of Charles, who was sat next to you.

It was always so peaceful with him.

After bringing the bottle of alcohol to his lips to take a swig, he placed it down and turned to you.

"Do you like it?" He started softly as he gazed into your eyes. "Sitting by the fire, I mean." He added, swallowing.