Edmund couldn't say a thing to Francis about his staring.  It would have been hypocritical if he did.  The other's body was so long and thin, and it wasn't so dissimilar from Edmund's own.  It made him feel - good.  Less out of place than he usually did.

Though they were still two drunk men, drying each other off, and like Francis said, that was already weird.  But at least they were weird together.  Isn't that what friendship is about?

"You're lovely to put up with, so I don't mind."  Francis was so gentle on his skin, too.  It sent a shiver up Edmund's spine, and another one immediately afterwards at the compliment.

"I'm just..." he wanted to refute, but found he didn't want to.  Francis said he was handsome, and even if Edmund didn't believe it, who was he to disagree with his friend?  In the end, he just shrugged, staring up at the other's face with an easy smile.

Like Francis had done to him a moment before, Edmund lifted his towel over his friends' head and started to dry his hair.  It was different, doing so to someone who didn't have as much hair as he was used to, but that just made the task easier.  Edmund didn't think he could handle anything very complicated, not when Francis' eyes were so blue and his face was so close.  It was really very distracting.