"I love you too," Charles murmured back, a peaceful smile touching his lips.
Meanwhile, miles away, Maxwell stood in front of James's apartment door. He raised his hand and knocked firmly against the wood.
James opened the door, a mixture of relief and lingering frustration crossing his face when he saw Maxwell standing outside. "Finally. You're here. Where have you been? You called me this morning and said you were coming, and now you're only just showing up?"
Maxwell offered him a soft, apologetic smile, lowering his head slightly. "I'm sorry."
James let out a breath and waved a dismissive hand. "Forget about it. Just come inside."
But instead of stepping over the threshold, Maxwell remained completely still in the doorway, his feet firmly planted.
James paused, narrowing his eyes as another flash of annoyance crossed his face. "What now? Don't make me even angrier, Maxwell. Why are you just standing there? Come inside."
