"You don't have to apologize," Edwin said, shrugging again. "And I'm not freaked out. If we're in another prison situation? Maybe. But if he shows up here, we'll just put him outside with the literal monsters. You know, where he belongs." He smiled, but kept it small. He didn't know what would come of the Simms thing, if anything at all.
His brow shot up when she handed back his nail polish, declaring that she didn't need hers done. "You're sure?" he asked, hesitating before tucking the bottle away in a pocket. "It is a hot commodity. Thank you for doing mine, it looks a lot better than if I had done it myself."