Charles cleaned the wound as much as he could, finding it only bleeding just a little. He hoped it wouldn't color the water enough for Edwin to get jumpy about it, but there was barely any blood. So when the wound was fairly clean, Charles continued with Edwin's back, gently and delicate, running his palms over the parts he found precious to try and commit them to memory. To always remember how they felt under his touch while alive. The shape of his shoulder blades, the line down the middle of his spine... Charles always made sure to work slowly and signal to Edwin where he would touch him, taken he stood behind him.

When Charles was ready he stepped around Edwin, his hand sliding around his waist with the excuse to steady him, but it was more like he could not stop touching him. It was getting worse the more they spent under warm rays of water, naked.

"Other side," Charles grinned. "Want me to wash your hair?"