"Sleeping...?" Edward echoed uncertainly. He didn't sleep... even when he'd been in Suburbia, under the care and hospitality of the Boggs family, he had only lain awake at night staring at the ceiling and remembering things with lucid vividness. There was no rest for a man who came into the world the way Edward had.
"Should I find a place to go? I don't sleep... I don't need to..." Edward said, his fingers continuing to flutter. It seemed to be a nervous habit he possessed.