"Good morning." Charles said, giving the young, winged boy a bit of a smile. Even though there were terrible things going on, he was trying to put on a happy face. Warren was out to do good in the world, and he liked that. It made him proud.
"No no, please, take a seat." Charles said, then reached for a drawer to pull out a file folder, a pen, and a note pad. "Let me hear it."