"The meat is the best part, mate," Charles laughed, spotting that expression no matter how Edwin was trying to hide it. He pushed back the half-sandwich for Edwin to eat if he wanted, knowing that most of the bread he got had meat in it. And whatever Edwin said, he needed to eat too.

Charles looked down at Edwin's research, then back at him. He could tell Edwin was still worried. Maybe he was still hurting too. And Charles understood. Edwin died way before he was even born. He spent multiple of his living lifetime dead... for him being alive was the strange part, probably.

"I meant... I meant being alive, you see," Charles started softly. "Don't you think..." he trailed off, looking at the notes again. "Maybe we could enjoy it a little?"