It was so easy to just hold Francis, and be held by him, and ignore everything else.  Behind his closed eyes, the hotel room didn't even exist, and all Edmund felt was warm and happy and good.

Of course he would not be able to linger there as long as he wanted to.

The bathroom door creaked open and Mable stepped out.  Edmund turned to look at her, his arms dropping, but he remained against the man.  Her hair was dry.

She just stared at them, her face still carefully blank.  Edmund wanted to turn back into his friend's neck and ignore her, but he couldn't bring himself to actually do it.

"I'm going to bed," she announced to them, her eyes moving to Francis.  "You should leave."

Edmund clicked his tongue.  "Mable, don't be rude."