"Sorry," he mumbles, arching his neck towards the tug. It almost felt good, if this was a lover and not his brother who was a madman maybe. It amazed him how different they were and yet how similar still. Under different circumstances they could make a good team...
His eyes dart towards the window when there's another flash of lightning and roar of thunder. He swears he can see things moving in the shadows, but then again there really might be demons. This is Charles' room, after all.