[Edward's patience is generally not known as being particularly admirable, but as he waits for Sigmund to finish shifting around, he keeps quiet. Then comes the touch, the withdrawal, and finally, the settled position, and he finally relaxes. He doesn't move or speak, hoping his quiet message that it's alright, and he's comfortable, will be properly conveyed.
No amount of foolishness could ever make him hate you, you crackhead.]
No amount of foolishness could ever make him hate you, you crackhead.]
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