There was no moving Edwin at first. He knew Dylan was trying to help, but he wasn’t really hearing her. All he could think of was Oliver. Where was he, if he wasn’t here? Was he still asleep, like he apparently had? Was he okay? What if he had been moved somewhere else, like Kai? What if they just never woke him up again? Had They just been waiting for them to say that they loved each other, so they could separate them? What if he never came back? What if he never came back?
It took hearing his name for Edwin to listen to Dylan again, and his brain quickly played catch up. How he had heard any of it over his sobbing, let alone had it in his head to later decipher, he’d never know, but her words stuck. More of you keep showing up. He wasn’t sure that it was something he could really hold on to, but he had to try, right? Hope, and all that crap. He forced himself to breathe, the sound still ragged and quick at first, but slowing in time for him to finally let her help him move. “Oh god, okay,” was all he could manage to say for a moment.
He wonders if he gripped her a little too tight as he let her help him up, but she had been really nice so far. And he needed a damn hug.
“I’m sorry,” he choked as he finally moved toward the couch. “I didn’t think... I mean, we got.. not comfortable, but...”