"Then I'd feel less badly about killing the lot of you." Charlie told James, he was not amused at all with the current situation and the sooner he found out what was going on the faster he could determine just who was responsible and kill them before sending the rest packing.
It was far too late for anyone to be worrying about the state of his pants, but Charlie didn't feel the need to give them any further ammunition for the time being. Though when the explanation finally did come Charlie was at a complete loss for words. He was getting married? To Callum? Well it would have been nice if someone had told him that for fuck's sake.
And then realization dawned on him, the teasing conversations he had with Callum, they hadn't ever had any out in the open for the whole world to hear, but they hadn't gone to great lengths to hide them either. For a brief moment he glanced at Callum, though really he knew that Callum wouldn't have been the one to bring this down on them - teasing or not.
"I should hope the lot of you know me better than that." He said finally, still completely serious as he spoke. "I'm not getting married, illegally or otherwise, fucking hell. You couldn't have just sent flowers or something?"