PSL: For Charles

[fucking_gentleman]

It had taken a week to stabilise Harry to the point that he could under go more surgery, to build in the frame work and connections for his new eye. He was fairly out of it for another week after that, between painkillers and recovery.

It was a few days after that that, by the time Charles came down, Harry was sitting on the edge of the bed, a wheelchair sitting nearby and Harry rather insistently trying to get his nurse to let him wear the suit he wanted, rather than the far more relaxed clothing she was insisting on.

"Charles! Help me, Eggsy's on mission or I'd requisition him. I'm not being unreasonable, I'm not even asking for a three piece suit, just being allowed to dress in a manner that I find more comfortable."

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[grailknight]

Charles liked routine. Routine, in Charles's world, meant familiarity and something pleasant. He would work during the day and then spend the evening with Harry. Sometimes he read to him, or they talked, but it always ended with Charles in bed with him. They weren't up to anything except for sleeping. Charles was able to relax with another warm body by him. He had not realised how much he required that in his life, even if it was blatant to his friends.

"If he thinks he is ready, I would like to see him try. I can assist if it becomes a problem."