With the way things ended with them...he was just confused. A lot of time had gone by since they'd broken up and they had effectively become strangers. Neither had talked to the other since the break-up and Charles didn't know if he wanted to either. It depended upon what kind of person she was now.
It had been a particularly rough break-up and he wasn't sure he wanted to go back down that road even in a friendly sense. He was fairly certain he knew what his brother would have to say but he did his best not to think about Chris right this second.
He couldn't help the smirk from forming on his lips as he listened to what Ingrid had said to them. Not could he help the laugh from escaping when one of them called him 'sir'.
He gave the pair behind him a bemused smile and a nod of dismissal before turning his attention back to Ingrid. Charles raises his eyebrows at her, silently wondering about that accent.
The couple that was standing between them exited the line. Probably from the lack of significant advancement in the line leaving him face to face with Ingrid. There was no space, no buffer now.
"Thanks for that." He ran a hand awkwardly through his hair. Why wasn't there a course on this in college? He have like to know what to do when running into your ex after a bad break-up. That would have been far more useful that studying western civilization and learning about a bunch of dead people.
"How...was your semester?" he asked.
Seeing her, having this conversation...It was painful all over again. It made him miss the good times, miss how comfortable and close he had been with her at one point. And it made him remember the final period of their relationship.