Charles tensed his lips, trying to breathe through his nose as he was trying to assess if he was fine or not. He opened his eyes at the dabbing, finding homself face to face with Edwin. And he felt himself flush, as if they weren't together already... God, Edwin could make him fell for him over and over again.

"'S talent," Charles chuckled, leaning his head back against the wall. Though, this was new. Edwin being nice, was new. Charles remembered getting laughed at when he got sick like this, once or twice... Not many times, for sure, his memories were fuzzy. But he remembered the laughter and the shame that came with it. And his father... Charles froze as his body was trying to decide if it was going to get sick again, but thankfully it calmed soon. But the nausea was still present.

"You're always gonna come and save me in the end, huh?" he huffed in a hoarse voice.