"Yes." The single-word reply was a far cry from Edwin's usual, shedding the windbreaker he'd been wearing, hanging it on the coat rack.
They had finished the case, yes, and in record time he was reasonably sure, but it had been full of too many reminders as to why they shouldn't be doing cases while living, including Charles slamming right into a wall and Edwin having barked his knee, and badly, against a gravestone. It hadn't been enough to leave him limping except for the first few minutes after the initial impact, but it was still tender -likely from having been running on it instead of tending to it- and it was a painful reminder of how fragile they actually were.
More than that, he was tired, rubbing a hand up over his face with a quiet, "Should write up the case notes. But for once I don't actually want to." As much as he'd wanted to return to their normal state, he also hadn't wanted to squander their short time alive, either. He didn't regret helping another ghost pass on, he didn't think he ever could, but at the same time it felt like a waste of a day. In short, it was a complicated tangle of emotions that he didn't think he was going to be able to sort through anytime soon.
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They had finished the case, yes, and in record time he was reasonably sure, but it had been full of too many reminders as to why they shouldn't be doing cases while living, including Charles slamming right into a wall and Edwin having barked his knee, and badly, against a gravestone. It hadn't been enough to leave him limping except for the first few minutes after the initial impact, but it was still tender -likely from having been running on it instead of tending to it- and it was a painful reminder of how fragile they actually were.
More than that, he was tired, rubbing a hand up over his face with a quiet, "Should write up the case notes. But for once I don't actually want to." As much as he'd wanted to return to their normal state, he also hadn't wanted to squander their short time alive, either. He didn't regret helping another ghost pass on, he didn't think he ever could, but at the same time it felt like a waste of a day. In short, it was a complicated tangle of emotions that he didn't think he was going to be able to sort through anytime soon.