Bart's lips parted, whatever his response was to Chuck's unexpected declaration frozen on his tongue. It was fated to remain unspoken it seemed. For all their differences and perpetual conflict, Bart had though that he and Chuck had reached an unspoken agreement. His son would never demand more emotional intimacy than Bart could provide, while Bart would ensure that Chuck would never lack for any material comfort or advantage that the Upper East Side could offer. He couldn't remember the last time Chuck had turned to him for actual comfort, much less an instance of him exposing himself so completely.
With a troubled frown, Bart snapped his cell phone shut and resumed his seat behind his imposing mahogany desk. He had business, serious business that included his son's safety. Now was not the time to ruminate over Chuck's unexpected actions. Dismissing his son's shaken voice and uncharacteristic vulnerability, Bart grabbed his desk phone with a heavy air, intent on speaking directly to the security officers currently manning the Palace.