Victor haven’t seen Charles for ages, away for a conference, this and that. He was tired, beyond belief, as he waited on the couch and looked at his watch for the nineteenth time that night. He promised he would be home soon, but if the man wasn’t so stubborn Victor could have just picked him up at the airport. He sighed, eyes closing as he tried not to think about how much he was like the housewife now.
A slight noise from the door, he quickly rolled out of the couch and teleported directly in front of Charles. He slammed the man up against the door, growling, “Took you long enough."