He... is he being disliked?
"Your clothes are dirty." Sophie Wilson pushed him, pouting helplessly. Can't you stop looking like you've been abandoned?
This expression really doesn't match his cold face, okay?
Charles Seymour looked down at his suit, then glanced at Sophie's pajamas, and decisively sat on the bed.
"Hey..." Sophie glared.
"Dirty clothes can be washed later." Charles said indifferently.
Well, she worried for nothing.
"What is this on you?" Sophie pointed curiously to a spot slightly behind Charles' shoulder, where there was a white stain.
It was already dried.
What could have rubbed off on Charles in this spot?
Charles looked puzzled, naturally unable to see it from his angle, and shook his head, indicating he didn't know.
"Probably something you bumped into somewhere." Sophie said, "If you're not meeting clients later, you don't need to change; just change when you get home."
"Hmm." Charles certainly had no objection.
