You two had always been close, even when you’d just joined the gang. Charles had a fierce need to protect you, even though you could handle yourself well enough.

It was just playful banter between you and Arthur; you playing with his hair, him telling you terrible pickup lines. Arthur paused, raising an eyebrow. You looked behind you, tilting your head up to see Charles. He was standing over you, gaze fixed on Arthur with barely contained anger. It was honestly quite funny to see.