Charles could make him forget. He could make all the pain go away. But except in the most extreme of circumstances, he wouldn't do that. Your suffering and experiences made you who you were, and to take them away was to kill the person underneath. Or at least it seemed that way to him. So he didn't offer, although he knew Alex was likely aware of that ability.
"My cars and liquor cabinet?" He cocked an amused eyebrow. "Both things that can be replaced. But why do I need to lock them?"
Money was not a big deal to Charles. He had always had plenty of it.
"Jean mentioned your brother to me. She told me they had been...married."