On that first night, with the mattress, Charles was looking forward to it. But something about Edwin just collapsing on it during the night and falling asleep instantly made him feel the kind of fondness for him that hurt. He didn't want to bother him... so he slept nearby, on the couch. So he won't wake him even when the nightmares came close to the morning.
Charles was also prepared to tend to Edwin when he would need it, and during the day, during the market visit it, seemed easy. Holding hands was easy. And they were still two friends being together for thirty years now, Charles could mostly spot when Edwin needed space, or wanted him close.
But he could feel his attention slip the moment he could feel and not just hear music.
"That was quick, mate!" Charles gasped amused, looking over at Edwin. "You're curious about drinks too, aren't you?" he smirked. Personally, he was glad Edwin would wear his curls for the time being. They made him look more alive. And terribly cute. It made Charles want to slide his fingers into his hair so much, too...
At the bar, looking at the offered drinks, he once again felt a thrill. He could ask for any of those drinks and with Crystal's little help, he would be served. But the thing about it was... that he could interact with the people. He could point at something, and he could drink or eat or experience it... the living didn't know just how lucky they were.
"Yeah, I'll stick to gin tonic," Crystal scrunched her nose, reading some of the drinks.
"I..." Charles bounced on the balls of his feet, a little child-like. Was it too much to ask for.... everything? He knew it was a bad idea, but next to beer he really wanted to try some of the hard liquor too. "Can we do shots?" he asked. "And then... beer."
"Whoa there, you think you can handle it?" Crystal asked, not entirely out of worry but... in a challenge?
"Oi, I can hold my drink!" Charles insisted. "Edwin?"
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Charles was also prepared to tend to Edwin when he would need it, and during the day, during the market visit it, seemed easy. Holding hands was easy. And they were still two friends being together for thirty years now, Charles could mostly spot when Edwin needed space, or wanted him close.
But he could feel his attention slip the moment he could feel and not just hear music.
"That was quick, mate!" Charles gasped amused, looking over at Edwin. "You're curious about drinks too, aren't you?" he smirked. Personally, he was glad Edwin would wear his curls for the time being. They made him look more alive. And terribly cute. It made Charles want to slide his fingers into his hair so much, too...
At the bar, looking at the offered drinks, he once again felt a thrill. He could ask for any of those drinks and with Crystal's little help, he would be served. But the thing about it was... that he could interact with the people. He could point at something, and he could drink or eat or experience it... the living didn't know just how lucky they were.
"Yeah, I'll stick to gin tonic," Crystal scrunched her nose, reading some of the drinks.
"I..." Charles bounced on the balls of his feet, a little child-like. Was it too much to ask for.... everything? He knew it was a bad idea, but next to beer he really wanted to try some of the hard liquor too. "Can we do shots?" he asked. "And then... beer."
"Whoa there, you think you can handle it?" Crystal asked, not entirely out of worry but... in a challenge?
"Oi, I can hold my drink!" Charles insisted. "Edwin?"