Charles looked away sheepishly as Edwin warned him. He rubbed the back of his neck a little nervously.

"Sorry, 's just, you know, this is special, yeah?" he shrugged, feeling his cheeks get color. "We probably not gonna do this again and I can be here with you for it. I'm nervous," he chuckled embarrassed. Touching and helping Edwin when he was vulnerable and hurting, and being allowed to be close to him, all while he was alive? Charles could not feel any more lucky.

Then he took some towels and washcloths from the bags, along with shampoo and shower gel. And only then he approached Edwin.

"Ready when you are, not gonna rush you," he told him.