"'S no problem," Charles muttered as he gently covered the wound with gauze, and taped it on. Thankfully it didn't seem like it was bleeding that much, not a worrying amount, but for a ghost to bleed at all was still alarming. "Done," Charles sighed. He looked at the bandage before his hand slipped to the base of Edwin's neck in his back, his fingers pressing on his neck gently. God he was so warm, and so... soft? Somehow. He watched Edwin's skin and adoring how pink it could get under all that pale.

"Sorry for yelling at you," Charles said and before he could have told himself it was a bad idea he leaned in to kiss the back on Edwin's neck. Bloody hell, he needed to get a grip. "Lemme help you dress and then... can we still travel by mirror?"