"Hey." He does like a gentle, congenial, friendly touch once in a while, he's discovered. Funny, life doesn't all have to be roughhousing and violence.
He's almost comforted to know Stede's in relatively ...good hands. Not safe hands, no one is safe from being murdered by friends, but Stede's cabin crew seem like a good enough bunch. Maybe when death starts, it won't be too brutal. Maybe they'll make it swift. Maybe. Nothing is really comforting, but seeing his friend alive and well and tucked into bed is as close as it comes in this world. In the dark, with the cabin behind him and only Stede in bed in front of him, he can almost pretend they're back on the Revenge.
Ed hums. "Hadn't really planned to sleep much." The phrase I'll rest when I'm dead comes to mind, but he won't say that aloud. Not to Stede. It won't be funny right now and would hit too close to a healing wound. "You?"
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He's almost comforted to know Stede's in relatively ...good hands. Not safe hands, no one is safe from being murdered by friends, but Stede's cabin crew seem like a good enough bunch. Maybe when death starts, it won't be too brutal. Maybe they'll make it swift. Maybe. Nothing is really comforting, but seeing his friend alive and well and tucked into bed is as close as it comes in this world. In the dark, with the cabin behind him and only Stede in bed in front of him, he can almost pretend they're back on the Revenge.
Ed hums. "Hadn't really planned to sleep much." The phrase I'll rest when I'm dead comes to mind, but he won't say that aloud. Not to Stede. It won't be funny right now and would hit too close to a healing wound. "You?"