Charles was silent for a long time, listening to Edwin. Then he lifted his hand, holding it in both of his, and pressed his lips a the back of Edwin's hand. He closed his eyes.
Charles knew that Edwin would find a cure for their current state, because there must be one. Charles also knew if he chose not to take it, Edwin would let him. But what would Charles choose? His thumb swiped over Edwin's warm skin as his lips were still pressed at his hand, feeling his rapid, panicky heartbeat.
If they remained alive, there would be no agency anymore. No more adventures. And Edwin would most probably live that life in fear and despair. And maybe that was a kind of Hell, right? If there was anything that had any effect on Edwin's life, or afterlife for that matter, it was Hell and not Charles. Despite the fact that Charles was sure that it wasn't Hell that would wait for Edwin at the end of this life. For him, maybe, but not for Edwin. But Charles knew when to argue with his partner of thirty years and when to know that Edwin was set.
So Charles just smiled, his lips brushing against Edwin's hand as he looked up at him.
"I get it, Edwin," he said quietly, smiling. "I get it, yeah?" He repeated in a huff of breath, as if to himself. "Not gonna bring it up again," Charles added, pressing another kiss on Edwin's hand. "Work that brain of yours. And try to eat a little, right?" He motioned at the food as he let Edwin go.
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Charles knew that Edwin would find a cure for their current state, because there must be one. Charles also knew if he chose not to take it, Edwin would let him. But what would Charles choose? His thumb swiped over Edwin's warm skin as his lips were still pressed at his hand, feeling his rapid, panicky heartbeat.
If they remained alive, there would be no agency anymore. No more adventures. And Edwin would most probably live that life in fear and despair. And maybe that was a kind of Hell, right? If there was anything that had any effect on Edwin's life, or afterlife for that matter, it was Hell and not Charles. Despite the fact that Charles was sure that it wasn't Hell that would wait for Edwin at the end of this life. For him, maybe, but not for Edwin. But Charles knew when to argue with his partner of thirty years and when to know that Edwin was set.
So Charles just smiled, his lips brushing against Edwin's hand as he looked up at him.
"I get it, Edwin," he said quietly, smiling. "I get it, yeah?" He repeated in a huff of breath, as if to himself. "Not gonna bring it up again," Charles added, pressing another kiss on Edwin's hand. "Work that brain of yours. And try to eat a little, right?" He motioned at the food as he let Edwin go.