That permission made some weight leave his shoulders. Charles needed to hear it. And certainly, it was going to be given. He thought back to how the nurse had described Harry's skull being held together. He took a couple of shots of scotch before even trying to go to sleep.

In the morning he double checked his phones to see he hadn't missed any calls and after a few light errands, he returned to the hospital around eleven. "That is excellent news," he said, sounding pleased but also cautious. He knew Harry was fighting a war at the moment. Small victories were great accomplishments, but a major set back was also more than possible (though even likely.) But there had been definitive progress and if Harry was responsive, that gave his friend some ground.

Charles had a paper cup with him this morning as he entered into Harry's room.