"Charles isn't thinking about any of that right now," Crystal assured with a snort. "You two could benefit from spending a little time apart, especially when it's a warzone in there," she smirked. She was actually living it all, but she was worried for Edwin more than about Charles. "Stay as long as you want, Edwin, I just wanted to make sure you're fine. And leave Charles to me."

It was better for both of them if Edwin weren't nervous. And if Crystal had to babysit Charles for that, she could, she just needed to know if that was Edwin's main issue. After all the... experience of a concert. But as she turned to go back, a few people also emerged from the entrance, mostly for a smoke. Charles amongst them, with a wet stain on his shirt. He was sweating so much that his hair was sticking to his forehead. When he spotted them, Cystal realized he was indeed looking for them because as he jogged to them, he was barely distinguishable from a puppy running to its owners.

"Crystal!" Charles grinned as he gathered her in his arms for a tight hug. "Where were you? That was their best song!" his words were a little slurred and his breath smelled suspiciously of bad whiskey. Courtesy of a random group of people inviting him for a drink.

"I listen to it during the encore, I'm sure they won't leave without playing it again," she grinned. "But you, Charles, need a-"

"Edwin!" Charles called and immediately went to do the same kind of steel hug to the boy too. "Mate, are you okay?"