As the night approached, Charlie noticed on his drive back to the factory that the masses protesting Crump's state visit dwindled, many of the protestors returned home, but even so there were still a handful of dedicated demonstrators amassed in small clusters here and there. While this particular American president was a key figure for discussion in his home country and abroad, Charlie was one of the few people to have actually had a personal interaction with him, and one of the fewer people do to so who was not a citizen of his nation. Having spent so much time with Veruca and studying how she acted only strengthened Charlie's ability to read people and he thought he could apply the knowledge he picked up with the little brute in order to explain Crump. What he knew about the American president was that he needed to be the center of attention, he was very brash and didn't think things through before jumping headfirst into any situation. He also didn't take how others would react to his actions into consideration before acting, such as like after he presented Wonka with the Presidential Medal of Freedom. He grabbed onto the master chocolatier's hand really hard and pulled his arm closer to him as he shook his hand aggressively, catching Wonka off guard and making him really uncomfortable as he despised any kind of physical contact with strangers. That was not to say Charlie or Wonka were role models when it came to acting socially acceptable in social interactions, but at least they upheld some sort of decorum in their interactions with others. At worst, Wonka and his need for total control of the situation and the actions he took to ensure that control put him on par with Crump, making them the two sides of the mental illness coin; on the one side you had reserved and imaginative and on the other, manic and chaotic.
With all that said, Charlie was not oblivious to the fact that the words he used to define Crump could be applied to someone else, someone permanently closer to home. Both Crump and Veruca shared an eerily-similar psychological profile; grandiosity, a sense of entitlement and a need for constant praise to name a few, the only real difference being that the worst one of them could do was destroy everything within reach while the worst the other could do was destroy the world by reading off a few codes. One of the reasons why one was immensely worse than the other was because of the levers of government at his disposal, but the differences were also a testament to a failure to intervene when the individual was younger and nip all the nonsense in the bud. Charlie saw Crump as a cautionary tale of where Veruca could end up if there was not a radical change in her life, not necessarily at the upper echelons of political power, but as a washed up, bitter, old hag who deservedly ended up alone and has to put on elaborate schemes in order to feel important in a world where no one with half a brain liked her, all the while disregarding how her actions affected everyone around her. Now, the Good Boy was not about to let her end up the way Crump did, he would do everything he could to stop that, but that was a lot easier said than done. Yet, Charlie had rarely faced a problem he couldn't solve without simply giving it a bit of thought.
Having lived with Wonka for so many years, Charlie often found himself thinking in terms of candy and other related concepts and so he created elaborate metaphors in order to explain whatever was in front of him, which he did so to explain Veruca's predicament. In the metaphor he created, Veruca was a child, while Mr. Salt spoiling her would be like if the child were allowed to eat nothing but candy for every meal of her life, and her brattiness represented an inevitable diagnosis of diabetes. You see, diabetes can't be cured, just like how the Veruca's brattiness was so entrenched within her personality that it was beyond repair; she'd been so thoroughly messed up that she was going to have to live with how she turned out for the rest of her life. Now, one of two things could happen next; one, she'd be left to her own devices and eventually died because due to her diabetes, which in Veruca's case meant having to live in a world in which others, and eventually her, suffer because of her selfish actions. Fortunately, the other option would be much more beneficial to her and everybody else too, but it would require a huge commitment from all parties involved; just like how an insulin regiment can manage the effects of diabetes and help the patient live a productive life, Charlie's presence in her life could help her manage her worst impulses. And the Good Boy did have evidence to prove that involvement in her life had some positive effects on her, like the fact that she had been less bratty at the banquet than the other two times they went somewhere together. But even though his commitment to helping his former Golden Ticket winner live a better life seemed like an over-generous act of kindness, if not downright foolish considering he was talking about a grown woman who had no problem having a breakdown in a public place and throwing a fit like a toddler, Charlie's motivations were not completely altruistic. Even as a poor child, Charlie wanted to help every single person who needed it, and now that he had been given the world and had endless resources at his disposal, he wouldn't be able to live with himself knowing that someone he knew needed help while he stood idly by. He would help her any way he could, he would live up to the title of "Good Boy."
While the heir found himself behind the wheel, pondering about his former Golden Ticket winner as he navigated his way home, The Bad Nut too found herself contemplating what the Good Boy meant to her. The last few weeks had been crucial when it came to how Veruca viewed Charlie, he was no longer that street urchin who made it to the tour of Wonka's factory under the wire, he now had money and access to interesting people, albeit he needed a push from her in order to interact with them. But despite elevating in social status, never in a million years would Veruca have expected that she would've ever spent any amount of time, on her own accord, with the Good Boy, let alone have any interest in doing it again. As someone who those close to her and society at large labeled as "beautiful," Charlie and his meekly personality and awkward looks were perceived as simply not able to jive with her qualities; there was just no way the two of them could work out. Ever since she was a teenager, Veruca always did what was expected of a girl as popular and attractive as herself, she always picked and went out with the hot guy, the charmer, the bad boy, all of them the exact opposite of Charlie. Regardless of her preference, those relations never worked out because the guys always dumped her the following morning, after the magic wore off and after they realized just how demanding and bratty she was. Perhaps it was the fact that Charlie's personality was the complete opposite of the Alpha Male trope she preferred that resulted in the relationship not going down in flames like virtually every other one she'd had.
Charlie might've not been traditionally handsome, and he might've been a shy, goodie-two-shoes who lacked usual masculine traits, but he did have one trait that every other man who had entered her life lacked; loyalty, or at least what Veruca defined as loyalty. It didn't matter if she was so drunk she was on the verge of passing out, Charlie carried her home, it didn't matter if the store ran out of a particular item she wanted, Charlie tracked one down for her, it didn't matter if said item weighed over 100 pounds and he had no help, Charlie singlehandedly got the item up to her penthouse. The Good Boy did whatever Veruca wanted of him, whether or not he liked doing the act was irrelevant in the mind of The Bad Nut, having everyone bend over backwards to tend to her needs was the sole cornerstone of her twisted sense of justice. She had put him in so many situations where any other guy would have just quit on the relationship and left her stranded wherever she stood, but Charlie kept on chugging through the piles of entitlement and disregard for others Veruca had been spewing her entire life. Even stranger was what drove him to put up with her nonsense, nothing; Charlie gave everything, yet he wanted nothing more than to continue spending time together, as well as a kiss in the interest of full disclosure. He apparently didn't even what to christen Veruca's new sofa after having dragged it all the way up to the brat's penthouse by himself, he truly was a Good Boy. In the end, if the little brute had to find a silver lining in Charlie's awkward persona, it was this, at least his boyish charm made him look cute.