Charles is one of those people who seems to be constantly moving around during a gathering; it's not anxiety exactly, it's that bizarre driving energy that makes someone very good at paying attention to the needs of others (the needs of themselves, however? Not nearly as important.)

So, you know. He doesn't actually sit and eat himself until someone practically shoves a plate into his chest, and he's at least half as fond of taking photographs as he is of talking to everyone but he actually manages to just sit the heck down and stop checking up on everyone around the third glass of wine.

He never stops smiling at everyone though. SO BOTHER HIM.