Charles was focused. He was silent and focused on everything Edwin told him. He put his hands where he instructed him and held on tight. So tight that he could feel Edwin's muscles, and even his bones under his grip. His expression was blank as he held on, holding the boy as he put his shoulder back in its socket. Yes, it had the worst sound, and yes Charles would hear it for months. But not because it was horrible in itself, it was because it was Edwin's body.

As Edwin was trying to work through his pain, Charles was also attempting to get a grip on himself. He pressed his forehead against the boy's shoulder, as if he could will his pain away. As if he could take it on himself. He didn't let go of his arm, only loosened his grip a little.

"That was a hell of a sound, wasn't it?" Charles remarked in a tense breath, raising his gaze at Edwin. Then quickly wiped his eyes from the tears of tension. He swallowed, then slid a hand on Edwin's back rubbing as gently as he could but trying to let him know that he was there. "We gotta go, yeah? Somewhere safe, somewhere you can..." heal? Die again? Be a ghost again? Either way, somewhere not here. "Our friend's trapped, yeah? It's gonna stay, we can come back to banish it," he said.