The moment Edwin leaned into him, Charles put an arm around him. He slid his hand to Edwin's neck, just holding him until he got himself together. They did this many times, and yet, with bodies involved, it felt different. Almost like a first time. And Charles wished it had been under different circumstances and not because of his stupidity. He had a sense of how these things worked. He had a temper... he knew sometimes people couldn't rein in how they felt.

"Right," he said quietly as Edwin spoke. "Still got ya heart pretty rushed, yeah?" he huffed in a smile. He leaned in for a chaste kiss on Edwin's lips, still a part of his apology. "Should really work on my game, shouldn't I? So I can actually make you blush."