Charles felt himself sigh, deeply. Edwin was afraid of being alive. Because of all the things that it brought to him. He didn't see the good side of it all, all he saw was the horrors. And that... broke Charles' heart a little. He wished he could show Edwin how great life was. All the food, and things to do, and things to experience... That having skin was a great way to enjoy each other too... But it was truly Edwin's luck that he had to be alive while his body was battered and broken. 

So Charles just smiled, sniffing, and leaned in to kiss Edwin's lips again.

"Yeah, I won't let the Dreaming torture you," he assured. "I'll try to get some books for you for when you wake up, alright?" Maybe not the right books but he can make some guesses on what Edwin would want to check first. 

"And, I think you'd do great being alive, Edwin," Charles added, as he offered the pills.