Edward looked at Harvey as he took in the damage to his face and desperately tried to come up with a response that wasn't a smartass remark or pun or outright insulting. Finally he decided that a leopard couldn't change his spots. "Halfway decent."

He kept his voice down and then headed over to the fridge, taking out a beer. He didn't want his father coming out here after all and he didn't want his sister to have to leave her room again either. So he gestured to Harvey to stay where he was and headed into the living room to hand his father the stupid beer. He got hit over the head for his trouble, but whatever. Sometimes it was the path of least resistance he chose.

Returning to the kitchen, he waved Harvey along and began walking down the hallway. When they reached the door to his room, he opened it and let Harvey walk through first. He didn't want his father seeing Harvey, so he didn't want to talk within earshot and provoke anything. Edward closed the door behind him, then gestured around. "Welcome to my abode."

It was a small room with not a lot in it. A lamp on his nightstand that had been smashed and put back together, a whole stack of notebooks and, most importantly, about five used computers in various stages of being taken apart and rearranged. The room smelled different from the rest of the house and it was tidy, even if the way Ed tidied usually only made sense to him.

Right now, little made any sense. He had never had anyone outside of his family members in his room. As much as he was clinging to the casualness, pretending that Harvey dropping by was normal and that how Harvey looked didn't faze him and that he wasn't at all freaked out by any of it, the edges were frayed and starting to show.

He leaned back against the door, looking at Harvey as he breathed out slowly. "You ran from the hospital, didn't you?"