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[Stopping, he glances at Ed from over his hand, that lost, unguarded expression on his face again - the look of a little boy who is only just realizing the world isn't half as kind as his own mother. The moment passes and he purses his lips, his gaze turning inward, shuttered. It's a while before an answer comes to him. He tries for a smile, belatedly. A wry twitch of amusement is the most he can do.]

I assume I'm meant to take that as a compliment.

[Ed's hand is lowered, laid over the bed. He stares at it dully and sighs, not wanting to let half a comment sink his mood any further; he had made Ed an offer and he'd damn well finish the job and enjoy himself doing it. Taking a breath, he begins crawling - awkwardly, thanks to the knee - around Ed to get on the other side of him. No need for climbing when there's room.]