Edwin's tone wasn't snippy but it didn't make a difference for Charles. Right, yes... he enjoyed being alive again. He liked how his steps had weight, he liked the feel of Edwin's hand in his. He liked that he could smell the air, that he could feel his lungs burn as they took the stairs. He liked to feel the breeze in his hair. But that wasn't what Edwin wanted to hear now.

"No, mate, don't be," Charles smiled sadly as he got to his knees in front of Edwin, holding onto his hand still. "I get it, yeah? You're always thinking of the worst-case scenario. But there was nothing you and your brain couldn't figure out." He smiled and kissed Edwin's fingers. He knew Edwin was fine as a ghost. His afterlife was much better and less lonely than his life. And just as Edwin could understand how Charles wished to be alive, Charles... could somewhat understand how Edwin preferred his spectral existence.

"I told you I don't mind being dead with you, but I also don't mind living the rest of my new life with you either..." he added. "But for both of those, you gotta rest."