Shit, he felt feelings. Feelings were bad—very, very bad—but there was little he could do to combat them at the moment. He was injured, she was perched on the side of his bed, and now there was little he could do to avoid her gaze. As such, he simply froze up, wide eyes staring up at her until he realize she'd called him Edric.
"Just stay here," he urged, though maybe here—right beside him, her body practically brushing up against his while she was still scantily-clad compared to her usual attire—was not the best. Getting someone was the best option, but he had no desire to display his vulnerability to yet another person at the moment.
"Tell me," he said hastily, trying to change the subject. "Should I expect a continued use of my first name, or will you go back to Mr. Umbridge once I've pissed you off again?" It was a poor attempt at teasing, but it was a legitimate question. He knew calling her February—a mouthful of a name—was still out of the question.
"Just stay here," he urged, though maybe here—right beside him, her body practically brushing up against his while she was still scantily-clad compared to her usual attire—was not the best. Getting someone was the best option, but he had no desire to display his vulnerability to yet another person at the moment.
"Tell me," he said hastily, trying to change the subject. "Should I expect a continued use of my first name, or will you go back to Mr. Umbridge once I've pissed you off again?" It was a poor attempt at teasing, but it was a legitimate question. He knew calling her February—a mouthful of a name—was still out of the question.
— set by MJ! —