int. griffin museum ― early afternoon. ( closed starter for @ofresoluxe )
In the years since he’d moved to Chicago Charlie had found it remarkably easy to keep in touch with his family― he’d thought New York might’ve felt like it was a world away when he wasn’t actively living there but that had never been the case. His sisters visited him whenever they all had time― sometimes alone and sometimes with their families in tow and this particular visit happened to be the latter. His sister Cat had brought his nephews to visit and when James, the elder of the two boys, had gently asked if they could visit the science museum Charlie hadn’t been able to say no.Â
He was having fun, really― more than he’d expected to when it came to being around enormous crowds of people for most of the day; he’d taken to bouncing from exhibit to exhibit with James and trying not to lose sight of the boy along the way. He’d been mostly successful in that particular endeavor and was debating poking his nephew to sort out whether he might want a break when James turned to look at him and gestured excitedly towards an exhibit, only to collide with a woman he hadn’t seen in his path. Charlie winced and hurried towards them as he caught wind of James apologizing profusely and offered the woman a sheepish smile.Â
“Are you alright? I’m sorry he’s just― he’s very excited and that might’ve crossed the wires with actually paying attention,” Charlie said, resting a hand on James’ shoulder and squeezing it gently to assure the boy he wasn’t angry with him. “Nothing lost in the crash, was there?”
