"Yeah? We... We could do that. We could maybe pull the mattress down onto the floor. The dogs will be all over us, but that's okay," Edwin said softly, trying not to sniffle while he was still hanging on to Oliver. He'd already left a wet spot on his shoulder, and he didn't feel like he was ready to stop just yet, but he could at least try not to get snot on him, if that was going to become an issue. "I don't know, maybe They packed that joint for us," he suggested, though he hadn't actually thought to look.
"I know you didn't want to go to this thing," he added, "so I'm sorry if it felt like I was forcing you. I didn't want to be a jerk, I just wanted... You know what I wanted." He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip, trying to calm himself as much as he could. He breathed in Oliver's scent, and tried to focus on being held, but now that he had started talking about what had happened with Simms, it finally felt like a safe thing to talk about, and not avoid for the sake of comfort. "So... We can die here. They might not step in. That... That feels like a big deal."