[ Charlie can't help the small twinge in his chest, something that whispers darkly in his ear that maybe if he'd been around, Peter wouldn't have gotten hurt. A guilty conscience he hasn't been able to fully get rid of, damning him if he does, damning him if he doesn't.

Thankfully, Charlie's gotten rather good at ignoring that wispy, dark little voice. He shoves it aside, and the corners of his mouth quirk upward in a small smile ]

Hey, nobody's perfect.

[ But that grin is fleeting, and his expression goes serious once more. ]

I am truly sorry Peter. If I could do it over again, I'd have said something. I'd have stayed.

... I'd like to stay now, if you'd let me.