What if I pull silly faces?

His emotions were a wreck… the initial outburst of anger had quickly given way to the sadness and hurt. He didn't know what Azure had done to his siblings… and no one told him. He didn't know if they had told Sirius directly either… had they? But why hadn’t they told him? Why was it every time he tried to be around them he felt like they weren't happy with his presence? What had he done wrong…? Throughout much of his life he had primarily hung out with Andromeda and his father… Was it wrong to have faith in the man when had been one of the few constants in his life?

Tears rolled down Charlie’s cheeks. His family was falling apart and he had been left out of the loop. He didn't know anything, and when he tried to ask, tried to understand, he had been ignored and brushed off in favor of violence. And now, despite the fact there could have been an explanation and a proper challenge for Warlord, everything had gone to shit. His heart hurt. Would he be the only one to stay in the Armada after this…?

His steps slowed, ears catching the sound of his nephew calling after him. He stopped but Charlie didn't turn around. “N-now isn't a good time, Wyl…” Heaven forbid he drag his nephew into the knowledge of what had happened. He sighed heavily, rump lowering to the earth and his shoulders slumped. He didn't know what to think anymore…

"Speech," 'Thought.'