Edward accepted the sandwich, sitting up to his full height as he took a bite. He chewed, and savored, listening. "Oh good. Cause she deserves a slow death for that turkey she made." Edward said after chewing and swallowing his bite. "Very good." He said, complimenting the sandwich.
So Jonathan wouldn't spill, Eddie reached out with a free hand to the cup, holding it steady. In the other hand he held the roast beef sandwich.
He didn't mind helping his lover. Jonathan would never have to worry about doing anything on his own if he didn't want to or have to. Eddie would've murdered everyone in the world if that's what Jonathan would need to be happy.