He felt the tugging on his shirt and knew without even looking who it was. Which was good for Jack, all things told. Eventually, he turned around to ask what the hell was the matter now, but it seemed Jack was on a damned mission – hands continued to brush and flit over him, tugging things into place until at last, he appeared to pass muster.
Crossing his arms, Charles raised both his brows and waited, silently, for some form of explanation. Jack, for his part, stared back as though absolutely nothing was out of the ordinary. And so they stood, for a solid six minutes at the least, until finally Bonny’s exasperated tone cut between them. “Let’s go already!”
Spurred into motion, Charles shook his head and made as though to follow after her as she stormed on ahead – but not before reaching out and hooking his arm around Jack’s neck, hauling him down to mess up his ridiculous hair as ‘thanks’ for all the fussing. Grinning, he released the man and sidestepped a sharp elbow before heading after Bonny, lest she leave them both behind.
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