Charles wasn't sure why but as the cold, wet towel touched his heated skin again he thought about his dying day. This touch felt the same as Edwin's presence when everything hurt and he was so scared... His eyelids were heavy, closing as he was listening to Edwin.

"Mmmm," he hummed, trying to catch the boy's hand, even if his eyes were not open. So his attempt was... made but he probably couldn't take Edwin's hand. "You're all I wan', mate," he slurred. "Love, dear, annnngel," he chuckled. "You're enough for me," he added softer. And he almost fell asleep on the spot, now that he knew that he was safe and fine and Edwin was there. So his next question shook him awake.

"Uuuh," he hummed, trying to assess the situation. "I wan'ed to go to the afterparty," he said in a stupid laugh then, instead of answering. Because what were they talking about?