Charles grabbed his polo shirt on his chest, as if he could grab his heart and feel it beat. Right, it wasn't guaranteed to work but Edwin was amazing so Charles believed their success more than anything. He was ready! And now he apparently got a little more time... He couldn't help his huffed laugh, barely noting what Edwin was saying.

"Right, yeah, yes, back to the office," he cleared his throat so he wouldn't laugh out loud from relief. God, he hated himself for a moment there. Edwin must feel awful, he thought, finally turning his attention to him again.

He turned his head just in time to see Edwin roll up his sleeve. And spotting the lack of bruises. Charles gasped, reaching out to hold Edwin's arm, as he barely believed his eyes.

"What? Wait- wait, are you? You're not hurtin' anymore?"