Trish's first reaction to what he previously stated sent him into overdrive. He felt panicked and he wanted to do everything in his power to look away from her but he just couldn't. Thankfully, she looked away for him. Whenever situations like this arsed, Ed would rather not think too much into one's facial expressions, and because of the heavy weight of the current topic at hand, well, he wasn't too keen on being rejected. And, from the way Trish's eyes had immediately widened, all he was thinking about is how bad this could turn out. Ed just wanted out of this whole situation now. He'd taken a chance and by her refusal to look at him, made the poor bloke want to cut and run. His eyes darted towards the door, wondering if he could just sneak out without her chasing after him. However, for some unknown reason he continued to sit there in silence, waiting for Trish to say whatever she needed, even though he was absolutely terrified. If this whole thing blew up in both their faces, well, it'd be all on him. It would be his own fault for breaking up the best friendship he had ever had. His previous words seem to echo a little more than another of his words. He swallowed the lump in his throat, finally dropping his eyes from her turned head. He bent over slightly, resting his arms his knees as his hand clasped together.
His gaze concentrated on the floor in front of him, the anxious feeling he was currently feeling only escalated at the prolonged silent. As soon as he heard her voice, his eyes immediately shot up to reach hers again. Her question caused him to farrow his brows as he pondered on the thought for a while. He sat up straight again, running a hand through his hair, before finding hers again, not really sure how to answer it. The fact was that he ultimately knew that he was sure, hell, the time they spent apart was taken up by him constantly thinking it over and over, and still the feeling didn't go away. He knew what he wanted to say, he just didn't know how to put it. Ed's features softened practically mentally begging her to just drop it and take what he said for what it was. Ed sighed heavily again, refusing to say anything because he honestly felt like he couldn't, and well, maybe he shouldn't have to. After all, he finally had told her what was on his mind and that had to be enough, right? Well, according to Trish it wasn't. She still wanted more.
The silence was like a knife to the gut, and he wanted nothing more then to fill it up like he normally did. It was hard for him to sit her and feel this way. Ed was never one for silences, and considering that he was the reason for such a long one, well, that was even more terrifying. After all, his feelings over the time they spent apart had turned him into a completely different person, and that was a little irksome. However, there was a tinge of hope deep down inside of him, especially when he realised how at home he felt with his best mate. Ed's gaze had slightly dropped again, but his eyes immediately found hers when he felt her moving. Her hand moved from beneath his, he noticed it hesitating before it reached his jawbone. His eyes concentrated on her own, knowing what was about to happen, hoping that she actually wanted to do this. As her face moved closer to his, his own hands cupped her face gently before his thumb caressed her right cheekbone. Once their lips met, he realised there was no turning back. His lips responded quickly, a little hungrily, after all he wanted this. His right hand moved down to the back of her neck before his fingers intertwined with strands of her hair, while his other hand slid down her back, pulling her in even closer as he deepened the kiss. He broke the kiss after a few moments to plant some tender and quick kisses on her jawline, slowly moving down her neck before meeting her lips again.