“FATHER,” August greeted as he entered Charles' office. “Maxine told me that it's an urgent matter,” he added as he continued walking, and stopped as soon as he was in the near distance with Charles' table.

Charles nodded before he pointed at the couch. “Take a seat, son.”

Even if August thought that all their conversations as father and son were all pretendings and a part of his training, Charles was still delighted every time he could call August his son, without any fears that August would get weirded out.

“Did something happen?” asked August as Charles sat in front of him, and placed the crane on his side. “You look paler than the last tim