[The moment is easy, quiet, comfortable, but Edward's abrupt twist is sharp and jagged. He has to turn and see Stede properly, and the motion comes with the dangerous fluidity of a beast preparing to spring.
It's a shame to lose the soft trail of fingers through his hair, but the kraken is a hungry, greedy thing.]
Alone.
[Not quite a confirmation. Not quite a question. Not quite an accusation. Not quite enough to get his hand reaching for the other man's wrist, but the grip he's got on the arm of his chair looks crushingly tight.]
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It's a shame to lose the soft trail of fingers through his hair, but the kraken is a hungry, greedy thing.]
Alone.
[Not quite a confirmation. Not quite a question. Not quite an accusation. Not quite enough to get his hand reaching for the other man's wrist, but the grip he's got on the arm of his chair looks crushingly tight.]