[well he doesn't have to go bragging about it, though it does seem he lucked out on the whole situation. Stede is not surprised he's managed it since Ed is effortlessly brilliant in everything.

He sighs, letting his hand fall from Ed's chest to idly link his fingers around the man's slender waist, just brushing his hip. This is nice. He could get used to this. He shouldn't. But he could.]

Lucky roommate. If you get one.

[there's something there Stede can't grasp. A thought. An idea? It's very difficult to manifest it but he chases it only to fall in the metaphorical ditch at Ed's last words-

He suddenly feels like a captive who has been tied to the mast for several hours baking in the heat, complete with crispy bits.

Ed would... Blackbeard would... And not if Stede asked him to, not that he ever would but if he-- ]

If I...told you...?

[fortunately he has decades of practice of frantically shoving thoughts like these in the hidden closet of his mind. This might make him stare off into the middle distance for a moment before he shakes his head.]

Well-- well... [the thought that he'd had before creeps shamefacedly out of the brush where it had hid and prods him on the leg. Thank God for that.

He hugs Ed just a little closer without thinking about it and slumps a bit so he can rest his chin on the man's shoulder and bat his eyes at him.]

I don't suppose you would mind if I er...nipped on your sofa? Just for tonight?