"He likes to sprawl. Face down. Face up. Even asleep he has to announce his presence." He closes his eyes, unable to see without the glasses anyway. He might as well just relax.

Ed's forearms are fairly unremarkable. Pale skin and a single drop scar from where some kind of acid must've splashed above gloves and below clothing when he was back in college.

"Harder is fine. There's a lot of pretty tense muscles and tendons."