Chapter 5 Charles held Harry’s slender hand in his and watched as he agonised. There was definitely something that he wasn’t telling him, Charles was certain of that, but then Harry capitulated and agreed to accept his help. The relief that flooded him was enormous and the extent of it surprised him. There was something about Harry that called to him so strongly it frightened him. “Would you like some brandy?” he said, extricating his hand from Harry’s. He needed to break the contact. “Thank you.” Charles poured two glasses and returned to his chair, handing one to Harry as he went. “If you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?” Charles settled himself in his chair and took a sip of the brandy before settling the glass neatly on the coaster and adjusting it so it was nicely central.