Charles kept close to her, his hands around her. Somehow, that felt very important. "I'm not...not happy," he said, his cheeks colouring because that was a terrible way to put it. And he was remembered as a great writer! "I mean I am not unhappy. But I don't- I wasn't expecting-" Charles felt his throat start to close up and he sucked in a deep breath. "It's complicated. Children. Me. What people...what they think of me- It's- It's complicated."