[While he meant his answer in a different way than Ed has taken it, he stays quiet, letting Ed talk.]
I confess, I am not entirely sure how to approach this... [he crisply splits into some toast, supposing Ed is less likely to eat a whole slice in one go] ...much less when I suffer from demons of my own. But I want to help. [A beat.] I want you to be happy. [He adds, wistfully, his brow wrinkling, as though he had really counted on such deep-seated pain being soothed and healed by simple hand holding and a shared meal.]
...Butter? Jam?
[He might as well dress up Ed's toast, if desired, while he has the butter knife in hand.]
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Date: 2019-12-15 06:57 am (UTC)I confess, I am not entirely sure how to approach this... [he crisply splits into some toast, supposing Ed is less likely to eat a whole slice in one go] ...much less when I suffer from demons of my own. But I want to help. [A beat.] I want you to be happy. [He adds, wistfully, his brow wrinkling, as though he had really counted on such deep-seated pain being soothed and healed by simple hand holding and a shared meal.]
...Butter? Jam?
[He might as well dress up Ed's toast, if desired, while he has the butter knife in hand.]