It was early in the morning and Edd was cooking up some bacon on the stove, humming to himself happily as he did so. Occasionally he’d take a sip of his Coca-Cola that was on the counter beside him while cooking. He then heard the floorboards creak and he turned his attention towards the door, a tiny grin forming on his face.

“Oh, hey! How’d you sleep last night?”

He was all ears, his attention on you—and his bacon so that it wouldn’t burn.