[Friendship is difficult. Especially for someone who has always kept themselves hidden and out of other people's reach, seeing relationships just as something to be benefited from. It had not always been like that, of course. In Richard's life there had been only one man before who had extended his hand towards him in search of genuine friendship. And back then he had wanted nothing more than to grab that hand. And now? Well, that man was no longer there. Richard had seen to it.

Charles might have gained a glimpse to part of his true form, and managed not to flinch at the sight of injury. He was kind and just. But then again, so had Henry been. ]

Hm. [Humming thoughtfully, Richard leaned in a little closer as he kept stroking Charles' cheek with his thumb.] Then, I shall be honored to call you my friend, Charles.

And in that light I must ask you again, Charles. If there was something I should know, you would tell me. Correct?