Edwin tilted his head back, considering Oliver's words before nodding. "If that's what you think, then I'm right on board with you. Just don't expect me to sit quietly if it goes the other way. I know I'm probably just overthinking, but it just scares me to think of how things could turn. We have enough to worry about without the internal shit."
He tilted his head back a little more so Oliver could see his hint of a smile, but it was sad, and he was blinking back tears again only moments later. "No, I need you just as much right now. You're the only reason I've been walking around, feeling anywhere near fine at all. You're mine for the foreseeable future." He reached his hand up, cupping the side of Oliver's face and smoothing his thumb over his cheek. "What do we do to get your head back on straight, baby?"