"S nothing," Charles murmured in a smile as his hand slid up the back of Edwin's neck. His fingers played with a few loose strands of hair. He turned his head to press his nose against Edwin, breathing him in. Breathing! He let out a soft noise, his eyes fluttering shut. The scent of soap was nostalgic to his senses, and there was also something that was most definitely Edwin's own scent. Charles nuzzled into it, laying a kiss on the shell of Edwin's ear. His heart was so full, he wondered how it didn't burst yet.

And yes, Charles was maybe a little intent on showing Edwin what he was missing. But not on purpose... So without thinking about it, Charles gently guided Edwin's head up, just enough so he could meet him halfway in a soft kiss on his lips. And it felt very different than the one they exchanged when Charles was still worried for Edwin's life. It hurt Charles's heart more.