Edward wanted to tell her she was asking a lot from him. He didn't know if they'd do anything together, but she seemed like she wasn't thinking ahead. He didn't care, really. He laid his head back on the bed and listened, nodding idly to her chatter when she mentioned drawing in books. He thought he could very well fall asleep but instead, sat up.

"What? Who cares if you draw in books? That's dumb. Books are just useless stuff, at least you gave them something to look at." He laid his head back down immediately, considering how long she'd notice if he just fell asleep. If he did fall asleep though, she could take his shoes. Or her brother, and he'd be without them. He hugged them tighter and stared at the ceiling in his conundrum.