[His eye flutters open, regarding Ed in bemusement and drunken wonder - and somewhere in the back of his mind, he's aware enough to suspect that this conversation would catch up to him later, when he was at his clearest and most vulnerable to embarrassment.]
I wouldn't... [Words form on the tip of his tongue and scatter, dissolving at the press of Ed's lips, the lightning chasing Ed's fingertips. He flinches, makes a noise in his throat, teeth sinking into his lip.]
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I wouldn't... [Words form on the tip of his tongue and scatter, dissolving at the press of Ed's lips, the lightning chasing Ed's fingertips. He flinches, makes a noise in his throat, teeth sinking into his lip.]