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“I have made it clear that I am to be left in peace tonight, on pain of a very stern glare.”

“Edwin, there is more than one way to feel something and more than one person to feel it for.”

“I just realised,” he gasped and looked up to catch Thomas’ (currently very clouded) eyes. “I don’t have to breathe.”

“Really, though, Eds,” Charles suddenly piped up. “I can’t believe you’ve been shagging the Cat King up one side and down the other for like three-quarters of a year without sharing with the group. Bad form, mate.”

“Not all new things are actually new. Sometimes you just have to look at them differently.”

“Do you love him?” “Yes.” “Brills.” “We are so bad at this.”

“Are you trying to score some fae ass?”

“I could use some distraction,” Thomas said sardonically, “but don’t worry, I’m not going to ask again.” “Well, that certainly would be distracting, seeing as I’d have no clue what to do,” Edwin said.

“Absolutely no sex on rooftops. I really must insist.”

“That could have…” he thought about what he was going to say and changed his mind, mid-sentence, “… not gone better.” He grinned. What fun.