"Charles, my legs still work." He replied, already working at getting his shirt back on, moving slowly and carefully as he did, both in deference to not wanting to risk the taped edges of that bandage peeling up or sticking to the fabric, but also because between the shoulder and his ribs he couldn't turn as freely or as fully as he usually did, "I can manage the walk."

He gave the waistcoat a baleful look, because while he wanted the comfort of his usual layers, wanted something to be normal, he knew that he wouldn't be able to manage both that and his jacket, and of the two the jacket was the more important.

It was also why his brow creased a little at Charles' second offer, shaking his head and clasping Charles' elbow gently, "You'll need it. We can feel the cold now after all." He was thankful that in that area, at that hour, there wasn't likely to be anyone else about, which meant they were unlikely to draw attention, either.