There was a soft laugh at that, he couldn't help it, shaking his head even as he rested his brow against Charles' temple, "Yes, well, if you hadn't done I certainly would have." Once he'd organized his notes and could let himself actually pay attention to how Charles looked.

He took another slow breath to steady himself again, careful not to aggravate the cracked ribs. He pressed another kiss to the arch of Charles' cheek, because it was there and he could, "I really should organize my notes, but after that we can make the best of the couch?"