Charles let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding. He realized he was sure that Edwin would want to go back to their cases now that they were back to normal, and he wasn't ready for that. So he watched fondly as Edwin shifted his attire to something more comfortable.

"Aight, yeah," Charles whispered to himself in a nod. He didn't have to look at himself to know how shitty he looked; wet and bruised and... dead. Cold and dead. With a sniff, he concentrated on shifting into something else. He decided on tracksuit bottoms and an undershirt. Though after some consideration, he got rid of the shirt and left only the bottoms. Maybe he just wanted to feel more of Edwin without too many clothes between them. Now that couldn't touch his skin anymore. "Did you have fun?" Charles asked, then, rubbing his wet cheeks.