The more time they spent alive, the more it was hammered into Charles. And the more it was stirring something in him. Seeing his reflection, in the mirror they used daily for travel was... a lot. Especially when Edwin's image appeared there too. Charles turned to look at Edwin again, wondering what was that heavy feeling in his chest. But in the end, he just smiled and went to find the jar they kept for cash. There wasn't much left there but Charles had a plan.

"Right, gonna be just a tick," he told Edwin and hurried away. He did feel sore from yesterday, and from the sleep he just had but he welcomed it all. His steps had a spring to them as he hurried down the stairs and into the street. Charles was so in a rush he almost stumbled into someone on the street. It was disorienting for sure but exciting. He was alive. He was alive! God, he could scream from happiness. And cry. And yes he maybe cried a little as he was hurrying down the street, minding people and just taking it all in.

Obviously, he hadn't had enough cash for everything he wanted to get but for some miraculous reason, he could settle to open a tab under Crystal's name. In the end, he could get a haul of multiple sandwiches, cakes, some snacks, and coffee. When he got back to Edwin, he was carrying two paper bags full of food from the café.

"I think I did good? And I took the crossing like any other living," Charles told the news as he carried it all to the desk.