[ the softening of his expression already feels like a victory, and when scott actually smiles — well, there's absolutely nothing charles could do to keep from grinning back, unable to hide the relief that warms his eyes. ]

You Americans, [ he sniffs, shaking his head like he's an offended old lady... but then he snickers, breathing out a laugh that settles into something quieter, more genuine. ]

Hey, none of that. Of course I am. I told you, didn't I? I've got you, mate.

[ a pause. ] So... you wanna tell me what happened?