Even if Edwin didn't understand, Charles was still content. He knew what he wanted, and what he should do for Edwin after all, and nothing else mattered. He tried not to be too overbearing, and letting Edwin take off his clothes in his pace and only helping when he'd seen it entirely necessary. He didn't want to make Edwin feel incompetent or anything of the such, even if Charles truly just tried to help. So while Edwin was taking a breather, he went to start the water to let it warm up by the time they got under it, and got rid of his own clothes, only noting for a moment how... light and vulnerable he felt without all those layers.

When the clothes were off, however, Charles had to control his breathing. The ugly, vivid marks on Edwin's body were... reminding him of so many things. If he could he would have taken those bruises because the sight of them on the most important person in his afterlife just made him want to rage. Before Charles even registered what he was doing he gently brushed his fingers down on Edwin's naked, injured shoulder and followed it up with his lips.

"Will you be able to stand while I wash you?" Charles asked, his hand dropping to hold Edwin's.