Ed almost felt like laughing. Her confusion in the matter was only making it worse, because after the brief moment of relief, came the realisation that he'd actually have to sit there and explain everything. It wasn't a big surprise that she didn't understand the full meaning of what he had just said, after all, saying 'I love you' was the norm for them. He sighed heavily again, shaking his head fiercely, wondering why she had to be so clueless in this particular situation. Ed gave her a look that probably was best described as one of his many childish looks. It was a little less flamboyant than it normally was, but all the same, it still communicated what he was wanting to, one that said 'are you that clueless?' in a friendly, 'I love that about you' type of way. Ed furrowed his eyebrows slightly, his noses crinkling up as she moved closer, telling him to share with her his thoughts. He grew a little frustrated, similar to an impatient kid on Christmas morning, only wanting her to just get what he said. So much for her knowing everything he was thinking. Ed kind of hoped it would go that way, where Trish would simply know what he was thinking once he had said it, however, Trish remained as clueless as before. Though, that was granted, because after everything they've been through, well, they were just best mates, nothing more, well, until now.
Ed fidgeted a little, growing a little more anxious than he had been before as he avoided Trish's face, looking directly forward at the bed beside his. The whole situation was fucking ridiculous, after all that time he shooed off any other blokes that came near Trish, calling them sods and whatnot, and suddenly he was one of them. He had to sit there feeling like a complete prick, trying to sum up his feelings in a few sentences. However, for some unknown reason he wasn't feeling hurt anymore, nor did he feel terrified. Sure, there was still that forever lingering nervous pit in his stomach, but he knew whatever did happen, Trish would still be in his life. He'd make sure of that, and knowing Trish the way he did meant that she'd make sure of it too. Whether the feelings were recuperated or not. The one hand that wasn't currently intertwined with Trish' made its way to the bridge of his nose before he rubbed his right cheek in impatience.
After a few moments of brief hesitation, he looked back at Trish, hoping that he didn't sound like a complete and utter arse. Ed breathed out heavily in exasperation before moving his other hand to rest on her knee. "No," he said firmly. "I reckon I'm in love with you," he finished, hoping that was enough, hoping that Trish would fill the silence up with her voice.