He hadn't meant to scare her or to make her think that she had done anything wrong. Of all the stupid things, couldn't he have handled that better? It wasn't Charlie's fault that he was upset about Crowne being in town. And she didn't know what Crowne was. Did she? No, because if she knew about Crowne, than she had to know about him and Rosemary as well. Royce doubted that if Charlie knew that the furry thing in her arms was a werewolf, she wouldn't be so cuddly with her.
Charlie being cuddly with Rosemary was enough to totally snap him out of whatever anger had started up in him. Immediately coming over and around the counter, he knelt down on one knee in front of her. "Hey," his hand went to her chin, gently taking it and turning it up to face him. "I'm not angry at you," He promised with a smile, moving his hand up the side of her face. "No one's in trouble. And I'm sorry I got angry. It's just-" his voice and hand dropped, unsure of how to continue. Did he explain the whole story? No, he couldn't. There was too much to tell, too much to expect.
He sighed. One arm rested on his knelt knee while his other hand washed down his own face. How the hell was he supposed to handle this? He looked to Rosemary for help but her face was buried awkwardly somewhere in Charlie's arms. Some help she was. He sighed again, looking back to Charlie. "But yeah, he's something of a friend of my family." What else had he told her? Royce quirked up an eyebrow. "He told you we weren't welcome at home?" Crowne didn't usually offer information unless he was getting information back. Maybe Charlie telling him where he and Rosemary worked was part of the deal. "That isn't a lie but that not's the whole truth either. Okay, look, that's the thing with Crowne. He'll take the truth and twists it. You're going to have to trust me on this, okay? You trust me, right?"