Not a noise was made as Edmund was pulled close to his friend, but the surprise was evident on his face when he looked up and met Francis' eyes.  But - he didn't mind it much at all, especially not when Francis out the towel over his head and dried his hair for him.  For him!  How was such a simple action capable of making Edmund's face so hot?

"What?" he couldn't help but ask with a quiet, confused laugh.  Francis was so - close to him, and he wanted to ask about Mable?  Were things weird between the two of them?

"No, Francis, she's fine, don't worry about her.  You made a great - a great first impression, I think Mable is just shy."  There was another towel in his hands, and Edmund didn't quite know what to do with it.  After a moment, he unfolded it and used it to tat Francis' shoulders and chest.

"Is this not already weird?"  It felt a little weird, doing this, all of this, but it also felt... fun.  Like peeing on the church had been.  And Francis' hands were so gentle with his hair, Edmund couldn't help but lean against him.  He felt so fuzzy and happy.