Mable was quiet as she passed Francis into the bathroom, not sparing the man a glance.  It might have raised some flags in her brother if it were any other day, if he were sober, if his lips didn't still tingle with the memory of his friend's.

Edmund sat next to Francis on the bed with a sigh, looking down at their hands wrapped in each other.  So warm.  He smiled up at Francis, admiring his eyes.

"Okay."  He'd never had someone so dedicated to him so quickly.  Actually, he'd never had someone so dedicated to him, period.  His whole life, all he's had was Mable, and it was always Edmund that had been dedicated to her.  It felt nice, to know he had someone in his circle.

If it weren't for their conversation at the bar earlier, Edmund might have suspected Francis was an angel.  But he doubted angel's often cursed their own gods, which only meant that Francis was a human.  Just to prove it to himself, Edmund leaned against him, and sure enough, felt him as present as he's feel the ground.

"I'm here too," he said, face pressed against the others arm.  "I may be doing other things, but for you... when you need me, I'm yours.  Just come find me."