[He doesn't think he's that great of a friend. He's jealous and gruff and not very kind. Not the compliment makes him blush and keenly aware of whose clothes they're each wearing. Ed tucks his chin down, hiding in his beard and looks away.]
'Mnot.
[Gray around the face isn't a great look for anyone, but it makes Ed think of their first meeting--Stede half-dead from blood loss and strangulation. He looks at the door, then the ocean, half expecting one of their rag-tag bunch of crewmates to spontaneously show up and start some juvenile rhyme.
When they don't, he puts his hand in Stede's and, says, charming and couth as ever:]
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[He doesn't think he's that great of a friend. He's jealous and gruff and not very kind. Not the compliment makes him blush and keenly aware of whose clothes they're each wearing. Ed tucks his chin down, hiding in his beard and looks away.]
'Mnot.
[Gray around the face isn't a great look for anyone, but it makes Ed think of their first meeting--Stede half-dead from blood loss and strangulation. He looks at the door, then the ocean, half expecting one of their rag-tag bunch of crewmates to spontaneously show up and start some juvenile rhyme.
When they don't, he puts his hand in Stede's and, says, charming and couth as ever:]
Don't puke on me. Or I will toss you overboard.
[His eyes crinkle with a smile.]