"Of course I am, Charles." He replied, brow creasing just a little, folding the paper towel over so he could dab that relative cool against Charles' brow and temples, "You've done so for me more times than I can count, I'd be remiss if I didn't do the same from time to time."

He shook his head once he'd said it, "And I've gone and made it sound like some sort of obligation and it isn't, not even close. It's simply what you deserve, or, at least as much of what you deserve as I can provide." Because as far as he was concerned Charles deserved so much more than Edwin could give him, he would forever be just doing his best.

"Feeling alright to move, or would you like to catch your breath a bit longer?" He asked, brows both lifting in some sort of concern.