Edward hates to admit it, but he's needy. Very needy.

Maybe it's the lack of parents growing up, the lack of friends, the constant bullying during childhood, or the religious traumas at the orphanage, but sometimes he just feels nobody cares about him. It's not really a problem for him, he didn't used to care. But when you first gave him attention, he found himself yearning for it, craving it. Now he's almost entirely devoted to you.

You sit on the couch in his small apartment, Edward kneels pretilly between your legs, his head resting in your lap. You gently stroke his greasy hair, offering him the comfort he seeks.