He's not one to resist a request like that; not normally, and especially not now, when he can see Charlie's consciousness (he doesn't want to think of it as being something more drastic than that, so he doesn't) slipping away slowly. Gingerly, he leans forward and kisses Charlie, not caring that Charlie's blood smears on his face, on his lips, not caring how he'll look after all of this is over. He can't even think about this being over. This isn't how it was supposed to end.

He can't tell if Charlie's breathing anymore, and it terrifies him. He pulls back from the kiss, desperately trying to see any sign of life.