"I know. I know it's not pretence with you. Just like I know you're really sweet and you really care." Edward shrugged, having accepted that by now. Although he felt there was more to it, that edge of desperation. The fear of failure that he'd seen so clearly. And the smouldering anger beneath it all, enough to frighten him. Enough to intrigue him. Well, Ed knew he was drawn to danger. "Do I ever think, Harvey? Please. I do little else some days and still get more done than most."
Edward looked at him from the side, curious. He could not let things go. "What, Harvey? Do I ever think what? You can ask me. I love questions."
"Do you think your head can, like, I don't know. Have two thoughts every time something happens? Like a good one and a bad one. Like two different ... paths. Not like after a bit of time, you think, just like in the moment. Like two different voices in your head. Not like a crazy voice, like when you think and -- this is coming out super weird." Harvey sighed and then held his hands up, shaking his head. "Never mind, I think I'm overthinking. You're not the only one prone to it."
As they reached the pizza place they always split off at, Harvey took a step away from Ed. "Promise you're gonna come to the game so I can go home with a bounce in my step, yeah?" A better topic, an easier topic.
This was fascinating. Edward looked at Harvey as he tried to analyse what he'd just told him, wanting to suss it out. Almost wanting to discuss it with Jonathan, but that didn't feel like the right thing to do. Which was a strange thought in and on itself, because Edward had long since decided that he considered himself beyond morals.
"I'll come to the game. I'll bring a book, but I'll come." He turned to look at Harvey, reaching out to put both hands on his shoulders. "For the record, Harvey. Sweet Harvey."
He caught his eyes and smiled. "If you have a devil and an angel on your shoulder, I don't think it'd hurt to indulge the devil a bit more sometimes. Take off the pressure, find a release. Just a tip from your resident demon."
"You really are my demon, eh? I'll see you tomorrow, Ed." Harvey impulsively pulled Edward in and gave him a hug. A manly hug, of course, lots of slapping and very tight but he appreciated Ed. He wanted to be close to him in that moment, he could never get that close to people but Ed, he could.
Besides, Ed always smelled great. That aftershave was real nice.
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Edward looked at him from the side, curious. He could not let things go. "What, Harvey? Do I ever think what? You can ask me. I love questions."
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As they reached the pizza place they always split off at, Harvey took a step away from Ed. "Promise you're gonna come to the game so I can go home with a bounce in my step, yeah?" A better topic, an easier topic.
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"I'll come to the game. I'll bring a book, but I'll come." He turned to look at Harvey, reaching out to put both hands on his shoulders. "For the record, Harvey. Sweet Harvey."
He caught his eyes and smiled. "If you have a devil and an angel on your shoulder, I don't think it'd hurt to indulge the devil a bit more sometimes. Take off the pressure, find a release. Just a tip from your resident demon."
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Besides, Ed always smelled great. That aftershave was real nice.
He pulled away and half smiled. "Till next time."