To say Walter disliked Angus would be an understatement. The man had caused enough problems between the families, that it didn't at all surprise him that he was becoming part of the town gossip. Though not one to partake in such activities, Walter did hear the odd remark from the people he passed, or even while doing the rounds, and one knew that women were an awful source for gossip.<br/><br/>"Walter, boy." Charles called loudly to his grandson, trying to grab his attention. When the younger man finally pulled himself from his thoughts to look to the elder, Charles continued.<br/><br/>"You shouldn't work so much, it's not good for you. Always got your head in the clouds ogling over some new numbers like they're some girly given you eyes." Walter's scowl only deepened as Charles laughed.<br/><br/>"I swear, sometimes I wonder if we're even related." Walter said, forcing his grandfather up the steps and into the house.<br/><br/>"Master Forge! You're back!" The young doorman exclaimed, hurrying to take the man's coat.<br/><br/>"I can get it!" Charles grumbled, swatting the boy's hands away and taking his jacket off himself. Walter shook his head, handing his own jacket to the boy. He turned just in time to see his grandfather stumbling and moved quickly to catch him, along with the doorman. With some shuffling and maneuvering, as well as a few extra hands from the butler, they managed to get Charles Forge into a chair.<br/><br/>"Master Forge, are you alright?" The butler asked, concerned for the man who had paled and was staring at them all in shock. The man managed a nod before sitting back in the chair while one of the maids moved to light a fire.<br/><br/>"What did I tell you?" Walter said, standing across from his grandfather with his arms crossed. Shaking his head, Walter left the old man in the care of the servant help, and left to place an order for two new suits with one of the maids to deliver to the tailors.