[ It is admittedly a relief to be drawn away from the hustle and bustle of the festival; the noises and the crowded spaces hadn't exactly done anything to soothe Edwin's fraying nerves. If anything, it's the metaphorical lifeline of being in Charles' presence, of the two of them being together again, that keeps him buoyed, keeps his level of stress from tipping over and making him particularly irritable or snappish.
(Not ... that it takes much to get him to that point even on a normal day, but.)
He follows along without hesitation, and before Charles can let go of his arm, he does the unthinkable and snatches at the other boy's fingers with his to keep their hands linked. It just so happens that he isn't quite ready to let go, and he doesn't care that he ought to give Charles his space given everything that had happened back home. These are different circumstances. Besides which, there's something Charles says that snags at him with a little bit of worry. ]
Is it not safe here?
[ No, for the purposes of this thread, he hasn't met anyone else yet and so hasn't gotten the full (or partial) story and extent of the horror that is the 'murder disease'. ]
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(Not ... that it takes much to get him to that point even on a normal day, but.)
He follows along without hesitation, and before Charles can let go of his arm, he does the unthinkable and snatches at the other boy's fingers with his to keep their hands linked. It just so happens that he isn't quite ready to let go, and he doesn't care that he ought to give Charles his space given everything that had happened back home. These are different circumstances. Besides which, there's something Charles says that snags at him with a little bit of worry. ]
Is it not safe here?
[ No, for the purposes of this thread, he hasn't met anyone else yet and so hasn't gotten the full (or partial) story and extent of the horror that is the 'murder disease'. ]