Luckily for them both, Edwin was too exhausted to dream, head lolled to the side against the back of the couch, barely moving aside from the slow and steady breathing, still wheezing faintly on the exhale, but not as bad as it had been back in the house.

More than that, he slept for a solid six hours, barely even shifting the whole time, though for all that stillness, he still startled awake at the first light from the window creeping across his face, blinking wildly and gone startled-still for the few moments it took to actually register what had happened, to remember falling asleep in the first place, seemingly surprised to find himself in the same place he'd gone to sleep, "Charles?"