βCan everyone see it?β
Charles almost dropped his bouncy ball and spent a few seconds fumbling to catch it, then frowned back up at Edwin. βSee what?β
βCan everyone see what I am? Monty knew to approach me, or at least Esther did; the Cat King evidently saw it written all over me; and all the boys at school could see it so clearly they killed me for it. Is it really that obvious, to everyone? Did I only not know because I canβt see myself? Did you know, the moment you saw me?β
βOh,β Charles said, and sat heavily down on the sofa.
Edwin didnβt go on, just stared at the lamp waiting for Charles to answer.
βIβm not really sure how to answer that,β Charles said.
βWell. I suppose that is an answer.β
βNo,β Charles said hastily. βI mean - I mean, you are - you are kinda swish, yaknow? Elegant. And - I mean, I did notice that, I guess, but - but all sorts of guys can be graceful, yeah? Doesnβt have to mean - I mean I guess it did, for you, but I justβ¦ I just sorta figured that was just you, I guess. Thought it was you being old, at first, maybe, and then when we met other ghosts your age I just, yeah. I decided it was just you being you and you clearly didnβt want me to look any further, so I didnβt.β
βYou did know, then,β Edwin said quietly. βOr did see it, at least.β He paused. βDid you not mind?β
βNo!β Charles half-yelled it, because he couldnβt let that stand for even a second. βI mean, the first thing I saw was that you were gentle with me, and that was - itβs not exactly like I was gonna complain.β
Edwinβs head tilted to the side.
Charles shrugged. βI guess Iβd had enough of rough boys for a while.β
Raised eyebrows. βI am hardly easy to get along with.β
Charles grinned. βYouβre funny. And clever. Which is different, from the boys I grew up with, and from my dad, and - if you wanna be funny and sharp when youβre mad, instead of hitting people, thatβs fine by me, mate. I wasnβt gonna complain.β
Charles took a deep breath, put his ball in his pocket, and stood to put his hands on Edwinβs shoulders. Edwin looked up at him, from his chair at the desk, eyes soft and beautiful, but with that glittering sharpness deep down inside that never left.
βLook, mate. Are you different from other boys - maybe, yeah. But other boys killed the both of us. So Iβm kinda thinking thatβs not a bad thing. And maybe itβs just good that we got to stick around until now, when you can be how you are, and I can - I can love you for it. And neither of us can get killed for it this time. And if other people see that, and they have a problem with it, theyβre the assholes, yeah? Theyβre the ones with the problem. They always were. Not us. Not you.β
He lifted a hand to Edwinβs cheek, and Edwin leaned into it.