Edmund's eyes remained on him, and Francis still looked back at him. He wasn't Lewis, but he was kind and fun. Maybe Francis wanted to try to help him even if he had no idea how. But he remained with the knowledge that tomorrow could change everything. He shook his head, "I know. But when you're sober, you could change your mind about me. And I shouldn't have said anything until then, maybe..."

A gentle and warm expression remained on his face and he delicately nudged him once more and smiled. "Why wouldn't I? We're still friends like before. And I still really like spending time with you. Unless you want me gone, I say let's go. I really wanna see this baton, and I don't want to leave you until I have to." He said honestly and offered his hand to let Edmund lead the way this time.