Edwin shook his head, stretching out beside Charles, wriggling just a little to get comfortable even as he answered, "It's quite alright, Charles, I daresay I'm not exactly feeling up to it myself."

While he hadn't had as much to drink as Charles had, the near panic attack had definitely taken it out of him, and while he was feeling better having had time to recover, he still felt a little wrung out, not shaky exactly, but not far from it, either. He did prop himself up on an elbow so that he could press a kiss to Charles' temple, as that was what he could reach, "We've still got time, good night's sleep will do us both some good."

Come morning, Edwin was awake only slightly later than his usual time, and even then he was content, for the time being, to just lay there, stretched out alongside Charles, listening to his breathing.