"'M just trying to be better, trying to be like you," Charles whispered, his eyes closing again. But before Edwin could move away he leans in too; he pressed a kiss to his lips. Oh, no matter how many times he does, it's always a thrill to feel Edwin's warm, living lips against his. Charles shivers, feeling a few things. He could... maybe he could make Edwin happy. How much time do they have? Maybe of they would be quick... "Ow," Charles groans when his headache just gets rid of all those thoughts for him.

"Should we get ready? Crystal's gonna be here soon, yeah?" Charles muttered, holding onto Edwin tighter, fighting the nasty headache that was threatening to get worse and worse. Ugh, he needed some water, and an aspirin. And the greasiest burger...