Wrong?

[A dry, nervous chuckle rises into his throat.]

I wouldn't say so. Besides, if you were, I'm pretty sure you'd be on my floor right about now. Or even out on your ass.

[His heart pounds away, his body tense and unsure and crackling with adrenaline. But there's no danger here. Only Ed, warm and solid and real, the heat of his breath seeping through his robe. Oswald blinks at him, what he can see of him, afraid to move or to breathe too deeply, to do anything to upset the delicate balance of things allowing this moment to happen.]

...You can tuck yourself in if you want, by the way. It can get pretty drafty around here.