Charles closed his eyes as he felt the cool touch of Edwin's fingers on his forehead. He stifled a groan, leaning into the touch, seeking more. Oh he could get used to this...

"I'll be fine, yeah?" he smiled, squeezing Edwin's hand in return.

Then he gave another pained groan.

"I wanna be a parakeet perch too..." he sighed. He definitely was suffering but these were parakeets! When could he feel little birdie feet on his shoulders if not now?