Okay... [It's something he thinks about only briefly before writing it off as just another one of Ed's quirks.] ...well, the blanket is there if you change your mind.
[Eventually, his nerves tire of keeping him wired and primed for something that never happens and he feels himself give, little by little, sinking into the mattress. And by the time his pulse slows and his eyelid falls shut on him, fluttering but too heavy to lift, Ed's touch - his hand pressed to his moving ribs, the weight of his head leaned into him - has already begun to feel familiar. Like it was always there, and something he can't imagine sleeping without.]
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Date: 2019-12-16 08:12 am (UTC)[Eventually, his nerves tire of keeping him wired and primed for something that never happens and he feels himself give, little by little, sinking into the mattress. And by the time his pulse slows and his eyelid falls shut on him, fluttering but too heavy to lift, Ed's touch - his hand pressed to his moving ribs, the weight of his head leaned into him - has already begun to feel familiar. Like it was always there, and something he can't imagine sleeping without.]