Edwin sighed, knowingly over dramatic. "I guess peeing wouldn't be the worst idea. Move your butt, then." Not that Edwin wanted to move, with the kissing, but if they wanted to sit wrapped around each other, they probably had all day. He thought for a moment about how he was doing, and wondered if it was worth it to lie. He didn't think that Oliver would buy it if he said he was fine. "Hanging in there too, I guess," he settled on. "Just... Ready for this to be over. I think when we get back, we should do another group meal. Bigger than the last one. Just to say hey, we got through this, or something." Assuming they did, anyway.