Charles and Crystal got all kinds of colors they thought Edwin liked for multiple garments. And Charles was glad that Edwin did seem to find a set that he felt good in. And looked good in, bloody hell.

After Charles put on his own set of clothes, a pair of black jeans, fishnet tights, and a red, cropped sweatshirt, he went to help Edwin. And it was good, alright. Seeing the clothes slowly coming together on Edwin was a treat. And once the last piece, the teal sweater-vest, was slipped into place, Charles was completely charmed. He didn't let go of Edwin but slid his hands on his waist, holding him gently. He wished the boy could do those silly reveals they did on tv when they did makeovers, but this was just as good. At least Charles could watch it up-close.

"Looking good, Edwin," he said with a tilted smile. "Can't believe I gotta call you my..." he started, but he trailed off for a moment. "I've never actually called you my boyfriend yet, have I?" Partner, probably, best mate definitely, but not boyfriend... Somehow, that word sounded a bit limiting for what they were to each other. "Nah, let's just call you mine," Charles settled with a grin, leaning in to press a kiss to Edwin's forehead.