Alistair's POV
I was a little curious, to be honest. The trip felt long, maybe because of the silence. Even if Charles had been someone else, I don't think it would've changed how awkward it was. He didn't seem to want to be near me — like he'd rather be anywhere else.
He kept staring out the window, not saying a word. Every time I tried talking, he just gave short answers. It made me feel uncomfortable. I didn't know if I had done something wrong, or if he just didn't feel like talking.
I was relieved when we finally arrived at the office — I think.
Stepping out of the car, I took a deep breath, feeling oddly happy. Finally, I could hand Charles over to someone else — make him someone else's responsibility. Maybe one of my subordinates, or even my assistant. Let them deal with him for a while.
He followed me silently, his face as blank as ever — worse than a poker face. I gestured for him to keep up, and we headed inside.
