Charles looked up a the mirror as if it was personally responsible for everything that happened. But he was just trying to think, trying to keep himself straight but finding that he was getting tired. It was unnerving. Because it had been a while he felt tired because of his body and he wasn't sure if he remembered when his limit was...

"Shit," Charles cursed. Then he took a deep breath. "I'll carry you, yeah? The office is not that far," he said. He was ready to do it. Grab Edwin, on his back or in his arms, however, but take him and drag him back. To take him home. "Want my coat?" he asked already shouldering out of it. He noted how the bandage on the other may not make it possible for Edwin to put back his shirt. Or his pain, for that matter.