Perhaps following into this game was a bad idea. Edmund was weak on his feet but would turn around and crash into him subtly harder each time, not enough to injure him, but still. Luckily, Francis was more than happy to go self destructive in the name of fun!

Then the game ended. Confusion filled the Scotsman when he was being talked to. On the surface, it wasn't much. But the gratitude he could feel deeply, and it touched him. He looked over and brushed up his hair a little from his eyes. When was the last time he'd had so much fun. "I am having a lot of fun. But I'm not amazing, but if you want to keep thinking that, I won't stop you." He grinned playfully to keep it light. He didn't want to let him know that he wasn't amazing and this was a dangerous game.

He was having too much fun, and his knew friend was too handsome, and - ah, his hand slipped around his. He felt different things and wondered how one was supposed to react to this. In the end, stick to the old tried and true.

While continuing to help keep Edmund steady, he giggled slightly showing he was having fun. He glanced over and smirked, "Be careful, you are letting me have so much fun and being so charming. I might fall in love with you, man or not." Let the guy say how wrong it was and laugh awkwardly, maybe drop his arm. But they can laugh and keep hanging out. At least then, hed have a hint to the truth.