Arthur barely registered Charlie before his arms were slung around the young man. Sobs rolled from him, though he fought them at first. Eventually he gave up the fight, though, and sobbed mercilessly onto Charlie's shoulder right on the front stoop. He had been so strong, so stoic up to this point, not even sad for the younger kids, not shedding a tear in front of Fred and George-- poor George, who shouldn't have to deal with this at all. Arthur simply could not do it any more. The warmth and strength in his arms-- my son, he thought-- and in that moment Charlie was all of his sons, and Arthur was clinging to Percy, and to Bill, to all of them.