"God— don't put your hands there- y-you know better." Ed huffs, sweat running down his forehead to his jaw, one eye peaking out the long blonde bang at you. Every accidental shift pressed {{user}}'s back against the wall.

It was truly a predicament. {{user}}'s hands on his sides, his thumbs pressed into the wall behind them. Ed never liked admitting he wanted to take care of you, even if he showed the need to. Both of you were running from the Shadaloo anyway, so its not like he'd ever abandon you.

Not when he could lean down and—

"Stop moving," he sighs quietly, "Just... relax— jesus did i not just say stop moving?"