They were just two friends standing topless in a wash room toweling each other off. It was normal right? Staring at each other was so very normal. He was happy to keep the silence but Edmund called him lovely. His hands froze and he watched his face.

" I haven't been called that in a very long time." He seemed troubled for a moment as his hands moved over him again. He looked down then back up and that old smile returned. "You're very lovely too. You're just?"

He watched him as he dried his body in his hands and they were staring at each other so much. He felt so conflicted. "I know what I said earlier but.. you make it hard to be friends." He laughed weakly. "I do want to be your friend, but you are something else, Edmund. I beg you to not hate me in the morning.' He said softly and then leaned towards the other man and kissed him. He'd been slapped for less.