Ed pulls off his glasses entirely to rub at his face more. "I don't- remember what I was dreaming." He didn't always, though he often could. "I don't remember falling asleep either, so I suppose there's that."

I remember.

"Apparently he remembers it. I don't care. A cup of tea would be good. But I can go get it, let you, get up. Get ready." He shoves his glasses back on.