"After I shoot you some more," Edwin agreed. He glanced over at Oliver as he sat up, surprised but pleased that he was able to move again. He wrapped an arm around his boyfriend's back, partially to keep him upright if the paralysis was still wearing off, but mostly just to keep him close.
"I think we can figure something out. Though I don't know why I keep specifically imagining the prince who calls Aladdin a street rat before he finds the genie? I think I'm just imaging a hat with a feather, and a horse. Does he have either of those things?" He tipped his head as he tried to remember. "I know that whole thing was weird. Don't judge me, I'm drunk on this ridiculous day."