Charlie's hands stuffed into his pockets. He had spent months just waiting for Hestia to come home and now he didn't want to see her. He was angry, and hurt and he wasn't exactly sure how to deal with it, but he wasn't just going to sit around.
"I'm that horrible, huh? You just didn't want to be around. No, instead it was much better letting everyone wonder if you were alive or dead, trying to figure out if you were safe, trying to wonder what the hell you had gotten yourself into? Fuck! I don't care if you don't wan't me around. I don't give a fuck, I was happy on my own. But if you don't want me around, I don't fucking care. Just leave me the fuck alone, you can have the god damn apartment." Charlie didn't look behind him. He just stared in front of him, kept moving in a straight line, he didn't stop.