Charles stumbled, feeling like his body wasn't his anymore. As if he himself was possessed by some kind of sludge monster that made his limbs become heavy, and his head dizzy. He grabbed the side of a sink, trying to get a grip on himself.

"Oh... Oh Edwin," he mumbled, his eyes closed as he was trying to process the whole few steps from the stall to the sinks. "Right, yeah..." Right, yes, tomorrow... and the things they planned. Right. That was still there. "I don'- I don' think I can get into a car, mate," he added then. Not because he wouldn't have killed to be in a car, but he knew he would mess up the seats the moment it got moving. He let go of a suffering groan and leaned his forehead on Edwin's shoulder. "'M sorry... 'M sorry."