Common ground but it's shakey

The call from Crux was the last thing that Charlie expected. It was clear that his brother didn’t support the rule of his nephew, that he had sided with Kite, but as far as Charlie could tell it was Kite that was in the wrong. But she also hadn’t said if Basilisk had done anything. Crux had made it clear that Bas’ father did, but a father’s actions did not pass to the child… and their brother was long gone, having abandoned the Armada for whatever reason he deemed an appropriate one.

A sigh passed Charlie’s lips as he turned in the direction of the call. He wasn’t sure that he wanted to have this conversation… but Crux had called for both him and Andy and, as much as Charlie had been hurt by what was said, he still loved his brother and wouldn’t deny him a visit. Still, as he approached the borders it was strange seeing Crux standing on the other side like he didn’t belong here. It hurt Charlie’s heart, and he frowned, ears flicked back as he took cautious steps forward.

“Crux…” He greeted softly. Would this attempt at communicating go better? Or would it go just as poorly as before?

"Speech," 'Thought.'