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Charlie crossed his arms and leaned against a tree, watching Summer's very obvious attempt to seem unbothered and aloof, even though she was sitting on a rock in the dark woods after a huge fight where she was punched and temporarily blinded the person who punched her with a particularly nasty curse. [color=DarkOrange]"You are sulking Summer. But there's nothing exactly wrong with that. Everyone needs to sulk sometimes I suppose, especially after something happens of the scale of what just happened with you."[/color]. For a moment he heard what sounded like a voice somewhere in the distance behind them, and Charlie looked over his shoulder, but he couldn't spot anything there. Must have been his imagination. 

Charlie felt a little hurt by Summer's blunt words. It wasn't like he considered them to be friends, exactly, but he was one of the only people who wasn't immediately hostile to her or avoided her. So it hurt a little. [color=DarkOrange]"I am not trying to pity you, Summer, it's simply that..."[/color] He tried to find an explanation as her hazel eyes stared into his blue ones. But he couldn't, because in truth he was pitying her, at least a bit. She was only one night into this whole thing and she had seemingly already scorned a whole group of potential friends because a bracelet of hers had been stolen. It was undoubtedly a pitiable situation. 

And then, to Charlie's genuine surprise, Summer actually answered his question, at least somewhat. [color=DarkOrange]"Ah. I see."[/color] He responded. He didn't know what had happened to Summer's father, but from her tone and the importance she placed on this bracelet Charlie could at least infer that her father wasn't around anymore, at least. Well, that made two of them, he thought, deciding not to question Summer any further - that was a conversation to happen at a time when tempers were less flared up. 

[color=DarkOrange]"Good idea."[/color] He replied, before the next thing she said made his blood run cold. He clenched his teeth and peered back into the darkness, quickly darting off in the direction of Summer's voice. While going after her back to the camp, he nearly crashed into Arken who was coming the other way. [color=DarkOrange]"What are you doing? Why are you going that way, that's foolish... Come on, we're going back to camp, we've spent more than enough time in these woods..."[/color] He (presumably) led Arken back to the camp, before settling down in his sleeping bag, and intending to have a bit of a read before he went to bed. 

[@Danvers] [@Infinite Cosmos]