[ Arthur gently takes the book from Charles and sets it down on the nearest bit of furniture -- the recliner chair he had been in last time they drank together. Look back to Charles, he holds back a sigh. ]

I'm going to say this as lovingly as possible: you look like shit.

You look exhausted and worn out and I think it would do you good to just... relax. Do something for yourself.

[ Adding pointedly: ]

For once.

You're so busy taking care of everyone else; do you ever take time for yourself? That isn't coming over here to drink.