[He's amused by just how predictable his own color choice is, enough so that Charles knows it without asking, though after this long that's hardly a surprise.

He's only just opened his mouth to try apologizing himself when Charles beats him to it, something that has Edwin's whole expression softening a little, fingers resting lightly against the back of Charles' hand for a moment] It's quite alright, I... wasn't exactly at my best, either. Dwelling on the worst outcome, as always, even when a better one had already come to pass.