"Hey, man. What's up?" Harvey dragged his chair from his desk and pulled it over to sit at Edward's table, doing as the teacher had told them. They apparently had to get with their randomly assigned partners, sit together, discuss their presentation topic and get ready for three weeks time when they had to do a presentation. Harvey didn't really know Edward much but he knew of him, if that was anything to go by. Kinda weird, kinda smart, always getting his ass kicked.
Harvey thought it was kind of dickish but whatever, he didn't get involved. He just wanted to get good grades and survive at least until high school - that was all he wanted from life. Hopefully, this wouldn't be painful. Quick, easy and good, that was all he wanted.
"Did you write down the topic? I didn't. It all moved so fast." And he had not been listening.
In all honesty, while Ed had been scribbling down stuff, it didn't have anything to do with that was going on and was instead an essay on his chosen topic of the difference between a question and a riddle and why the distinction mattered, which had absolutely nothing to do with this class.
However, he had been paying attention with at least half an ear, so he thought back and then turned a page of his notebook to write the topic down now.
"Forensic Research and the Law," he quoted, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned back and considered Harvey. Harvey Dent. He knew the cliff notes, of course, hard to miss the golden boy. He wondered what it'd mean for working with him. Was he actually as good a boy as he sold himself? "Not actually a bad topic. Don't know if it's up your alley."
"Forensic Research and the Law... Okay, got it." Harvey mumbled as he basically scribbled his topic name on a scrap of paper against his knee. He was a little unprepared but he had basically run across campus to make this stupid class, he had basketball all morning and he wasn't sure where he'd left his notebook but eh, this was working fine. "Pretty interesting. I know some stuff on it but I'm no expert. I guess we just look at the links between gathering evidence to help prosecution offenders in a court of law... cool. Like CSI or something."
He smiled at Ed and righted himself on his seat, placing his paper onto Edward's table so he could scribble down a few notes. "Do you want to like split the areas we could look at and research it, come back in like a week and whack it all together in a powerpoint?"
Wow. Prosecution offenders, that was a pretty big word for a meathead. Edward raised his eyebrows a little, but kept the observation to himself. Who knew, maybe he'd only end up doing 75 percent of this group project as opposed to the usual 90 to 100. He definitely wouldn't complain about that, it wasn't as if he didn't have anything better to do. "Sure, we can do that. What area are you interested in, huh?"
He was testing him, honestly. He wanted to know whether there really was a brain in that head. Maybe then he'd get the appeal a bit more, he knew all the girls couldn't get enough of his baby blue eyes or whatever it was. He did look like the All American Boy of any teenage girl's dreams, Ed supposed.
"I guess for me, I like the legal side of things and it's interesting to see how fast forensics is evolving as a field and what impact it has on the courts. Maybe we could look into, I don't know, like how ancient times lacked standardized forensic practices so it was easier for criminals to escape justice or get falsely accused. Then again, ancient courts were wild." Harvey rambled excitedly, clearly interested in what he was talking about. Then again, Harvey found most things interesting, even if they weren't for him. He liked when people had passions and cared about junk - it was so cool.
"I guess we could also focus on the interplay between science and law. I know they don't always walk hand in hand." Sometimes it could be a real bitch. He tilted back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling. "We all know a court case or two where they get off cause of the smallest amount of forensic evidence despite everything else screaming it's wrong. And visa versa."
"You have to stop caring so much about your balls," Edward suggested helpfully, as he watched Harvey stress himself out the way he always did before a game. They were in a mostly empty storage room that he had broken into for them - not that Harvey knew that, he was too straight for that (and unfortunately not just for that). Edward knew that Harvey needed somewhere to be away from everything before a game, to have... Whatever this was.
He seemed to be calming down now, but damn. He was just glad he hadn't started to hyperventilate this time. He sat down by Harvey and put a hand on his shoulder, sighing a little. "Realistically, what is the worst that could happen? It's not as if it matters, you're already accepted to college. This game is irrelevant. I'd argue most games are irrelevant."
"It's not about that, it matters for other people still. We have to do well. You think a losing streak is good? Shit, Ed, it's not. They'd be screwed over and it'd be on me if I played bad and -- fuck." He was stressing himself out, he knew it. He paced back and forth, more worked up than he needed to be, fighting off his irritability and panic. He wasn't sure why it got to him, it just did. The idea of things going wrong the one time he'd slack off - it was a nightmare.
"I'm just stressed, I don't know. It's not just sport, it's life." Whatever. He had a lot of stuff going on, none of which he'd share with Ed but it was nice to rant to someone. He turned to Edward and half smiled, trying to be upbeat. "Sorry I got so angry..."
"Are you? I thought that was part of the big, scary, macho-man routine." Ed hadn't quite explored with himself just how he felt about Harvey getting angry. It definitely caused a reaction in him, but whether it turned him on or was too closely linked to the way his father could get in his mind or whether it was that link that somehow made it exciting, that was the kind of father issue he didn't want to explore, even theoretically, while in the closet with a nervous Harvey Dent.
Honestly, 'nervous' was kind of underselling it. "You know that you have panic attacks, right? Something like that, anyway. I doubt that's what you're supposed to have. What are you so scared of?"
Failure, he supposed. He could relate, kind of, but he was pretty sure he'd be just fine. He was too full of himself to be that scared of failing.
"Nah, it's nothing like that. I just get angry. That's why I lose my breath. It's not that big of a deal, doesn't happen that often." Harvey didn't think something like this was a problem. Problems were bigger, harder to tackle and definitely not getting embarrassingly angry for no good reason. Shit, he was like a fucking toddler. What was wrong with him? Where was his impulse control? "It's not macho to be that bad at handling your shit."
With a sigh, he moved around the storage room and idly browsed the products on the shelf so he had something to do besides this.
"I don't really get scared. Honestly, not really. Can't remember the last time." He didn't really have any fears or phobias, just things he didn't like. "Mostly I just got a temper."
"Fear and anger are closer together than most people think. Very similar hormones, for one thing. And similar symptoms too, to a degree. But you..." Leaning his head back, Edward quoted, as he was wont to do, with having entirely too much stored away in his head. "While fear leads us to feel vulnerable and not in control, anger can be energizing and empowering. As such, it can become the go-to reaction to experiencing fear. Unlike fear, it moves us toward the source of our anger."
Smiling a little bit, Edward shrugged. "What's the source of your anger then, Harv? Because all you've done is walk in here with me. Think you barely even remember doing that."
Or he would have said something about him breaking the lock.
There was a cut on Ed's forehead from where he had hit the corner of a dresser at home. Clumsy, of course, and just so happening to coincide with a beginning of a black eye and a slight limp he was sure he'd be able to hide after the weekend. Another altercation with his father and now here he was, in Jon's apartment, holding as still as he could make himself while he trusted the other to clean his wound and to determine whether he needed stitches. They'd already cleared that he didn't have a concussion.
"It's so damn annoying, the placement." Edward gestured vaguely to the wound Jonathan was already looking at, proving his inability to hold still. "I'll have to wear... a beanie. Something fashion inept like that."
If he wanted to hide it, anyway. "The eye doesn't look so bad, right?" He glanced at Jonathan for reassurance, moving his head as he did so. Yeah, he was bad at not moving. "I think I'll keep it from colouring too much. Should be almost gone by Monday. Latest Tuesday. Gotta manage that."
Or it would be needlessly annoying in a number of ways he didn't want to admit to himself. "I've got Science class on Tuesday." As if that explained why he had to manage to somehow not be visibly bruised by then.
"S-Stay s-s-still." The things Edward made him say. Jon hissed in annoyance as he finished cleaning the wound out, inspecting it as best he could. So much chatter, so much moving, it was hard to properly assess it. Or think, frankly. "No st-stitches needed." Shame, the idea seemed like a fun challenge. He'd given himself and Edward stitches before but never so close to the eye.
He pulled back and set the cotton bud aside, looking at Edward and thinking about it.
"Doesn't look bad but it's the f-first few hours. Never d-does." Jon lifted the bottle of whiskey they were using for sterilising and took a swig of it. "Who cares if you got a b-black eye for sc-sc-sc-- fuck it. You know what class."
"I know you don't give a damn if I'm black and blue and red all over, Jonny." Well, that wasn't quite true. Jonathan did seem to appreciate the medical practise, plus he was definitely a sadist, so there might be some enjoyment at times. He had never noticed Jonathan caring beyond that, though. "I'm not complaining. I like that about you."
Edward sighed, reaching for the bag of frozen peas and holding it against his eyes again. He kind of liked the colour of the bag, all fresh and green, so there was that at least. "There's people out there, believe it or not, that do give a damn." Which could be annoying for various reasons and useful for various other reasons. But, most importantly. "I've science with Harvey Dent this semester. Couple weeks back, when I had that thing with my shoulder, you remember? My shirt slipped when I put my jacket on and he saw. And then he held my arm and he looked at me and he asked..." Edward dropped his voice a little to better imitate Harvey. "You all right, Ed? What happened?"
With his short performance as Harvey completed, Edward looked at Jonathan and raised the one eyebrow that wasn't hidden by a bag full of peas. "Y'see?!"
"Let's be real, that b-boy s-see the world very different from us. S-So, I think, you tell him you're clumsy and he gonna believe you." Edward was a nerd. A geek. Jocks probably based their knowledge of others from movies. He'd see Ed and assume that was fucking normal for a nerd like him. "And if he don't, who f-fucking cares?"
Since when did Ed care what Harvey Dent thought?
"I hate that guy." Jon admitted as he cleaned away all the cotton buds and swabs, pulling a plaster from his box and holding it out. "You wanna cover it or w-what?"
"Probably should, huh?" Edward reached up to push his hair back and moved closer again, so Jonathan could apply the plaster. He'd have done it himself, but then Jonathan would have given him a look about not doing it right. That was at least fifty percent of the reason why he usually went to Jonathan to patch himself up these days.
"Anyway, you're wrong about him. I don't blame you. But it doesn't matter whether he'll believe me or not, the point is that he'll have the look and the emotion in his voice and there will be a lingering touch and that is just something I do not wish to entertain." Edward shook his head, pulling a face. "Hormones. Something like that. Whatever it is Harvey does to me, it's... I don't know. Sticks like honey."
Just as predicted, Harvey asked Edward, hand on his shoulder as he looked at his eye with concern. He hadn't had a chance to see him today but he did glance him at lunch time and as much as he wanted to talk, he had to get some homework finished. Now school and training was over, he finally had the time.
And there he was, too much compassion as always, ready to walk Ed home. "Looks nasty."
Sometimes it truly felt like a burden to always be right. Especially when Jonathan wasn't there to witness it and afterwards compliment not only his prediction, but also his perfect impression. Obviously, Jonathan would have not complimented him on that - or anything else - even if he'd witnessed it, but as he wasn't here, Ed could dream. He flashed a smile at Harvey and shrugged. "I picked a fight with a dresser and the dresser won. You know me. So clumsy."
There, he was going with Jon's suggested answer. Which was nonsense, for the record, because Edward didn't think he was clumsy. He was well coordinated and elegantly refined in his movements, in his opinion. "It's not so bad."
Having to wear the damn beanie was so much worse. No way to keep his hair looking good under that.
"You don't strike me as the clumsy type." Harvey put his hands in his pockets and looked Edward over before gesturing in the direction of where they both lived. Harvey didn't really talk about the fact that they lived nearby but he walked him to a pizza place and they usually split off there so they didn't have to discuss it. Harvey was hardly proud of being a Narrows boy.
"If anyone is messing with you, you can tell me. I don't know if I can stop the guy but I can talk to him." Harvey was ready to try and rationalise with anyone. He even tried to rationalise with his own dad before - it got him slapped around but hey, he tried.
"Aw. Harvey, you've known me for a while now. Talking isn't the issue. Actually, that's wrong. Lack of talking isn't the issue. Me talking does tend to be at the root of most evil that befalls me." Which he considered to be unfair at best and a lot of things he preferred not to think about too deeply at worst. He looked at Harvey from the side and smiled, shaking his head. "Damn, but you really are sweet. It's strange. You're not acting at all."
"Why would I act?" Harvey asked as he casually put his arm around Edward and smiled. "I don't have to act. I care about you, we're friends. It's normal." Normal for Harvey, anyway. Though he cared for everyone, even people who didn't care about him. He couldn't help himself. His dad always said he was a do-gooder and he guessed he was. Still better than doing bad by everyone.
"I think it's better, you know? When you smile, people tend to smile back. It puts you in a good mood. Life is already hard enough, why not choose happiness?" Harvey would rather be happy, he didn't like dwelling on bad feelings. Then things got darker than he personally liked.
There was a limit amount painkillers could really do but that didn't matter any more. Harvey felt like he had entirely transcended pain when he left the hospital. He shouldn't have left, he knew that, but it didn't stop him. It was amazing what one could do when death and pain were no longer a fear. Scaling a hospital and escaping? Thrilling, not terrifying.
He staggered his way across town through back alleys and empty streets, determined to avoid anyone catching him. It was late, there weren't many around and anyone who did see him, they ran. Heh. Funny.
As Harvey entered the Narrows, he paused. Left, Ed went left. He had to turn his whole body to check, his left eye was completely blind now. He was surprised it was even intact. The plastic surgeon had formed him an eyelid to stop it from drying out but he honestly thought they should have removed it.
His face was not a mess, it was sore and burnt deeply, tissue and bone missing. He had a mesh on it when he left but he had long since released it. Fresh air and rain stung like an absolute bitch.
Harvey climbed the fire escape until he reached the back door of Ed's apartment. Then he knocked, waiting. Like it was a perfectly fine thing to do. Just old friends, catching up. It had only been months, right? That was nothing.
"I'll get it!" Isabella called out from the hallway and Harvey cocked his head to the side. She would scream, he could already tell.
"Who the hell is it?" Jack Nashton called out from the living room, where he was sitting and watching a game. Nothing unusual there. The television was loud enough that he couldn't hear the faint sound of music coming from his son's room, which was just as well. Meant they'd not have a fight over it just yet. "Isabella, bring me a beer!"
Isabella opened the door, of course she did, she was a good kid. She didn't expect to see Harvey stand there, half his face missing, leaning against the doorway with a smile that only worked on one side of his face. "Hey kiddo, where's your brother?"
It took her a few moments before she opened and closed her mouth. "EDDIE!"
"WHAT?!" Ed got out of his room and shut the door behind himself, unsure what Isabella could want but hearing a note of distress in her voice and so he'd taken it seriously.
"QUIT YELLING, BOY!"
"Ah, the lack of self-awareness," Edward muttered as he made his way to the kitchen where his sister was, "Wha--" He'd been about to ask, but he noted the open door, took a side-step, got a glimpse of Harvey and, well. His brain worked fast. "Go to your room, Iz."
Ed was dressed in just a shirt and sweat pants, his hair wasn't done. He had not been expecting guests. He had not been expecting this. So he swallowed, feeling a lot of uncertainty. What a gruesome sight and he could barely make him out in the half-dark. "Evening, Harvey."
"Who the hell are you talking to?!"
"Oh, just a client. You know my cocksucking business is really taking off, they are even making house-calls now." Edward explained to his father while he stepped closer to the door, deciding to act as if Harvey didn't have half his face horrendously missing. "Is it raining? Come in."
"You'll end up in hell, boy! Ain't nobody who can say I didn't try with you!" There was some shuffling, but Edward knew his father would be too lazy to actually get off the couch. "WHERE'S YOUR SISTER WITH MY DAMN BEER?!"
"Thanks, Ed. Didn't mean to spook your sister. It's late, yeah." Harvey walked into the apartment and looked around. Looked just like his, smelled like his too. Even sounded like his. Harvey was in white hospital clothes and a coat that had been thrown over it that he had taken. Waterproof, fortunately, not that it stopped him from having muddy water splattered everywhere. It was hardly a difficult guess to tell where Harvey had come from.
"I was hoping you and I could --"
The voice yelled again and Harvey felt like it like fucking ammo being pounded into his head. He shoved his hands into his pocket and tried to stay calm. If that fucker yelled one more damn time...
As he shut the door behind him, he smiled at Edward. It was not a nice smile, there was a lot off with it. "How'd I look?"
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Harvey thought it was kind of dickish but whatever, he didn't get involved. He just wanted to get good grades and survive at least until high school - that was all he wanted from life. Hopefully, this wouldn't be painful. Quick, easy and good, that was all he wanted.
"Did you write down the topic? I didn't. It all moved so fast." And he had not been listening.
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However, he had been paying attention with at least half an ear, so he thought back and then turned a page of his notebook to write the topic down now.
"Forensic Research and the Law," he quoted, shrugging his shoulders as he leaned back and considered Harvey. Harvey Dent. He knew the cliff notes, of course, hard to miss the golden boy. He wondered what it'd mean for working with him. Was he actually as good a boy as he sold himself? "Not actually a bad topic. Don't know if it's up your alley."
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He smiled at Ed and righted himself on his seat, placing his paper onto Edward's table so he could scribble down a few notes. "Do you want to like split the areas we could look at and research it, come back in like a week and whack it all together in a powerpoint?"
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He was testing him, honestly. He wanted to know whether there really was a brain in that head. Maybe then he'd get the appeal a bit more, he knew all the girls couldn't get enough of his baby blue eyes or whatever it was. He did look like the All American Boy of any teenage girl's dreams, Ed supposed.
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"I guess we could also focus on the interplay between science and law. I know they don't always walk hand in hand." Sometimes it could be a real bitch. He tilted back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling. "We all know a court case or two where they get off cause of the smallest amount of forensic evidence despite everything else screaming it's wrong. And visa versa."
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He seemed to be calming down now, but damn. He was just glad he hadn't started to hyperventilate this time. He sat down by Harvey and put a hand on his shoulder, sighing a little. "Realistically, what is the worst that could happen? It's not as if it matters, you're already accepted to college. This game is irrelevant. I'd argue most games are irrelevant."
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"I'm just stressed, I don't know. It's not just sport, it's life." Whatever. He had a lot of stuff going on, none of which he'd share with Ed but it was nice to rant to someone. He turned to Edward and half smiled, trying to be upbeat. "Sorry I got so angry..."
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Honestly, 'nervous' was kind of underselling it. "You know that you have panic attacks, right? Something like that, anyway. I doubt that's what you're supposed to have. What are you so scared of?"
Failure, he supposed. He could relate, kind of, but he was pretty sure he'd be just fine. He was too full of himself to be that scared of failing.
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With a sigh, he moved around the storage room and idly browsed the products on the shelf so he had something to do besides this.
"I don't really get scared. Honestly, not really. Can't remember the last time." He didn't really have any fears or phobias, just things he didn't like. "Mostly I just got a temper."
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Smiling a little bit, Edward shrugged. "What's the source of your anger then, Harv? Because all you've done is walk in here with me. Think you barely even remember doing that."
Or he would have said something about him breaking the lock.
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"It's so damn annoying, the placement." Edward gestured vaguely to the wound Jonathan was already looking at, proving his inability to hold still. "I'll have to wear... a beanie. Something fashion inept like that."
If he wanted to hide it, anyway. "The eye doesn't look so bad, right?" He glanced at Jonathan for reassurance, moving his head as he did so. Yeah, he was bad at not moving. "I think I'll keep it from colouring too much. Should be almost gone by Monday. Latest Tuesday. Gotta manage that."
Or it would be needlessly annoying in a number of ways he didn't want to admit to himself. "I've got Science class on Tuesday." As if that explained why he had to manage to somehow not be visibly bruised by then.
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He pulled back and set the cotton bud aside, looking at Edward and thinking about it.
"Doesn't look bad but it's the f-first few hours. Never d-does." Jon lifted the bottle of whiskey they were using for sterilising and took a swig of it. "Who cares if you got a b-black eye for sc-sc-sc-- fuck it. You know what class."
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Edward sighed, reaching for the bag of frozen peas and holding it against his eyes again. He kind of liked the colour of the bag, all fresh and green, so there was that at least. "There's people out there, believe it or not, that do give a damn." Which could be annoying for various reasons and useful for various other reasons. But, most importantly. "I've science with Harvey Dent this semester. Couple weeks back, when I had that thing with my shoulder, you remember? My shirt slipped when I put my jacket on and he saw. And then he held my arm and he looked at me and he asked..." Edward dropped his voice a little to better imitate Harvey. "You all right, Ed? What happened?"
With his short performance as Harvey completed, Edward looked at Jonathan and raised the one eyebrow that wasn't hidden by a bag full of peas. "Y'see?!"
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Since when did Ed care what Harvey Dent thought?
"I hate that guy." Jon admitted as he cleaned away all the cotton buds and swabs, pulling a plaster from his box and holding it out. "You wanna cover it or w-what?"
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"Anyway, you're wrong about him. I don't blame you. But it doesn't matter whether he'll believe me or not, the point is that he'll have the look and the emotion in his voice and there will be a lingering touch and that is just something I do not wish to entertain." Edward shook his head, pulling a face. "Hormones. Something like that. Whatever it is Harvey does to me, it's... I don't know. Sticks like honey."
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Just as predicted, Harvey asked Edward, hand on his shoulder as he looked at his eye with concern. He hadn't had a chance to see him today but he did glance him at lunch time and as much as he wanted to talk, he had to get some homework finished. Now school and training was over, he finally had the time.
And there he was, too much compassion as always, ready to walk Ed home. "Looks nasty."
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There, he was going with Jon's suggested answer. Which was nonsense, for the record, because Edward didn't think he was clumsy. He was well coordinated and elegantly refined in his movements, in his opinion. "It's not so bad."
Having to wear the damn beanie was so much worse. No way to keep his hair looking good under that.
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"If anyone is messing with you, you can tell me. I don't know if I can stop the guy but I can talk to him." Harvey was ready to try and rationalise with anyone. He even tried to rationalise with his own dad before - it got him slapped around but hey, he tried.
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Could not be him.
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"I think it's better, you know? When you smile, people tend to smile back. It puts you in a good mood. Life is already hard enough, why not choose happiness?" Harvey would rather be happy, he didn't like dwelling on bad feelings. Then things got darker than he personally liked.
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He staggered his way across town through back alleys and empty streets, determined to avoid anyone catching him. It was late, there weren't many around and anyone who did see him, they ran. Heh. Funny.
As Harvey entered the Narrows, he paused. Left, Ed went left. He had to turn his whole body to check, his left eye was completely blind now. He was surprised it was even intact. The plastic surgeon had formed him an eyelid to stop it from drying out but he honestly thought they should have removed it.
His face was not a mess, it was sore and burnt deeply, tissue and bone missing. He had a mesh on it when he left but he had long since released it. Fresh air and rain stung like an absolute bitch.
Harvey climbed the fire escape until he reached the back door of Ed's apartment. Then he knocked, waiting. Like it was a perfectly fine thing to do. Just old friends, catching up. It had only been months, right? That was nothing.
"I'll get it!" Isabella called out from the hallway and Harvey cocked his head to the side. She would scream, he could already tell.
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It took her a few moments before she opened and closed her mouth. "EDDIE!"
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"QUIT YELLING, BOY!"
"Ah, the lack of self-awareness," Edward muttered as he made his way to the kitchen where his sister was, "Wha--" He'd been about to ask, but he noted the open door, took a side-step, got a glimpse of Harvey and, well. His brain worked fast. "Go to your room, Iz."
Ed was dressed in just a shirt and sweat pants, his hair wasn't done. He had not been expecting guests. He had not been expecting this. So he swallowed, feeling a lot of uncertainty. What a gruesome sight and he could barely make him out in the half-dark. "Evening, Harvey."
"Who the hell are you talking to?!"
"Oh, just a client. You know my cocksucking business is really taking off, they are even making house-calls now." Edward explained to his father while he stepped closer to the door, deciding to act as if Harvey didn't have half his face horrendously missing. "Is it raining? Come in."
"You'll end up in hell, boy! Ain't nobody who can say I didn't try with you!" There was some shuffling, but Edward knew his father would be too lazy to actually get off the couch. "WHERE'S YOUR SISTER WITH MY DAMN BEER?!"
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"I was hoping you and I could --"
The voice yelled again and Harvey felt like it like fucking ammo being pounded into his head. He shoved his hands into his pocket and tried to stay calm. If that fucker yelled one more damn time...
As he shut the door behind him, he smiled at Edward. It was not a nice smile, there was a lot off with it. "How'd I look?"
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