[The harsh tone doesn't shake the boy's glance. Charles just raises his eyebrows from down the table, spoon clinking back down into his empty bowl.]

You've got to dry your hair, mate. [It's not coddling, just gently chiding, like this is something he'd expected a grown man to know.] Just 'cause you're inside doesn't mean you can't still get hypothermia.

[Not the sort of thing he might have expected to come from a slouchy punk with eyeliner, but Charles is nothing if not friendly.]

Want me to get you a towel?