In stark contrast to Edwin's dry, calm, unrecognizing gaze -- Alan's eyes, frankly, bug out a bit.
"Edwin?"
Later, Alan will think that the way he scrambles to sit upright and put space between them may have come off as insulting. In the moment, his mind is such a jumble of questions that his body seems to have taken matters into its own hands, and taken steps to make sure there's no hint of impropriety to be had. Edwin Courcey is not a man Alan has ever considered sharing a bed with, unless circumstances were truly strange.
Which. Well. Circumstances hardly seem normal.
"The what? The Peacock? Fuckin' hell, what have you lot gotten into this time?"
SCREAMING BACK, OH MY GOD OF ALL THE PROMPTS
"Edwin?"
Later, Alan will think that the way he scrambles to sit upright and put space between them may have come off as insulting. In the moment, his mind is such a jumble of questions that his body seems to have taken matters into its own hands, and taken steps to make sure there's no hint of impropriety to be had. Edwin Courcey is not a man Alan has ever considered sharing a bed with, unless circumstances were truly strange.
Which. Well. Circumstances hardly seem normal.
"The what? The Peacock? Fuckin' hell, what have you lot gotten into this time?"