Edmund had been too drunk last night to remember where exactly he and Francis had... ahem.  He figured it wasn't where the other had chosen to lean, hoped it wasn't, but he didn't want to take any chances.  He stayed standing across from Francis, looking at his face and then away only to look back again.

"I... I slept okay, too."  He didn't think Francis wanted to hear about the argument he had with Mable last night.  It would just make him upset.

"I - we should, hah, probably talk then?"  Edmund was fiddling with his fingers.  Francis' eyes were even bluer in the sunlight.  "Be - before you say anything, though, don't - don't say anything for my sake, or - or Mable's.  Just be honest, please, yeah?"