Almighty Augustine Wales is jealous.

Minutes later, the sob of Charles subsided a little, as he began to sniff his nose, trying to prevent snorts from rolling out.

"Hey," Augustine purred, gently placing his hands on Charles's shoulders as he tried to ease him out of the embrace. "Do you want some water?" he asked softly, his voice laced with warmth.

Just as if Charles was being compelled, he promptly nodded his head in response to the question that Augustine had just thrown at him.

Exhaling…

Augustine exhaled, rising from the floor as he stepped out of the bedroom.

Charles, now alone, slowly rose from the floor and made his way to the bathroom.

He took off his clothes and turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over him, soaking through his hair and trailing down his tense body.

As the steam filled the space, he closed his eyes, allowing the water to mingle with the remnants of his tears.