When did he last hear anyone be so kind to him and sincerely. He smiled back and found himself staring at Edmund. His joy was infectious and he wanted to keep this feeling going. "You spoke to me first. And you were nice to me too. Nicer than I deserve. "

He was his first friend? Thoughts wandered into what had happened and what life Edmund had. Damned fathers. And his first friend. He worried disappointing him and ruining the experience. "You can do much better. But I'll try."

He rest his chin on the palm of his hand watching him with a serene look then chuckled at the mention of the church. Disappointment came to his face, as mild as it was.

"You don't want to? Well. We don't have to." His glass was empty so he pushed it away. "How about when you're done we get out of here. I show you why I like the rain." Was his offer too much? It already brought his memories back to his younger day with a different man.