"What's going on? Did you have a fight with Janet?" Shaun asked as he arrived, noticing Charles had already knocked back several drinks. He sat across from him, watching the exhaustion behind Charles's serious expression, his usual careless demeanor completely gone.
"Tell me—what exactly is a woman's heart made of?" Charles traced the rim of his glass, as if trying to see through the clear liquid to understand something deeper.
"Honestly, I don't know!" Shaun admitted. He'd never seen Charles look so broken before. Looks like Janet really changed him.
"Charles, Janet is someone who needs protecting. Don't push her away now, or you'll lose her for good!" Shaun felt there was no deep, soul-stirring love between them—at least not yet. He thought back to the pain of losing Angela. Only after experiencing it once did he realize he could give up everything in life, except her.
