Good night, Ed. [he crawls his way to the head of the bed, muttering to himself] No one even turns down the blankets for you. Service has gone downhill these days.

[a sigh as he manages to tuck himself in without the help of Lucius. He drinks his water dutifully and pats the shirt and then stares up at the ceiling, feeling the very faint swell of the sea, so close but so far away.]

We should have a pillow fight.

[and he drops off to sleep with all the grace of a stone]