As they got into the room, Charles barely let Edwin continue. He cupped his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. A kiss that he wanted to do for a long, long time.

"Yeah, mate, I don't.... I mean, not sure I could stop at kissing, yeah?" he said, feeling a little guilty about it. But he wanted Edwin to know that. They only had hours... and Edwin was injured again. Such perfect luck... Charles would hold back, of course, for Edwin, but it will be painful on many levels.