[He hums, eagerly meeting his kiss, Ed's cheek warm against his. It's reassuring that no demands are being made of him, though he expected nothing less than for Ed to accommodate him, his needs and concerns.]

I assure you, there is nothing short of a stiff drink, or three, perhaps, that could make me any less of a jittery bundle of nerves... and yet, here I am, still thinking about it!

[He claps hands to his face and laughs into them, incredulous, his mind already blown several times over.]

I... cannot believe I am saying this! But I simply do not care. I don't care! [He repeats, chuckling giddily, like a man on the cusp of a scientific discovery, shaken top to bottom by some groundbreaking revelation. But he sobers, cautiously reappearing from behind his hands to gaze long into Ed's face, dreamily and not all there, a look that says Ed is his world and everything in it. His fattened pupil has all but swallowed his iris.]

I want you. [His voice is softer around the edges.] All of you. ...I have no idea what you did to me, or how you pulled it off, but what I can tell you as of this very moment... is that it doesn't get much surer than this, friend. [Slowly, he probes for Ed's hand and finds it, squeezing.]