We should not have let him stay.
He opened the white-wooden door and his frown deepened; there were large pieces of paper strewn over the room, most with scrawled writing on, some with crudely detailed drawings.
The place looked a mess.
"Edward." Harvey said in a low grumble to the man who lay on his stomach over a pile of half-drawn-on paper, the man's legs twitched up into the air, swinging gently, toes coming down to tap the floor, then swinging back into the air.
He looks like a child…
Edward glanced up at him, smiling and pushing his tinted glasses up his nose, "Oh, Harvey, hi… nice 'jammies." Referencing to Harvey's black and white striped suit-like pyjamas.
"Yeah." He said, not really paying attention to what had been said, looking around the room at the ungodly mess. "Have you been up all night?"
"Uhh." Edward looked up at the clock, "Yeah, seems so."
"Edward." Harvey said as Edward turned his head back to his doodles.
"Edward!"
Edward's head jerked back up, smiling widely, tiredly.
"This place is a mess." Harvey moaned, angrily.
Edward looked around the room, his smile quickly fading, "Oh. They're just sketches though. Is this not ok?" he said, his eyes flicking from drawing to drawing.
Harvey frowned, shaking his head, "No."
"Sorry." Edward grunted gently, bringing himself into a slouched sitting position.
"Clean it." Harvey almost ordered, crossing his arms.
Edward's eyes moved back to what he had been drawing, "Uh. Ok. Just umm. Go and get dressed or, have a shower or something. It'll be clean when you get back."
Harvey narrowed his eyes, turning quickly to walk out, into his dark room.
When he returned the place was still a mess; Edward had stacked some of the paper from the floor into several piles, and was now leaned over the table, staring thoughtfully at one of the sheets of paper.
"…No… not right…" Edward whispered, looking at the piece he was holding, then placing it in one of the piles.
Harvey gave a slight cough to alert Edward to his presence.
Edward turned his head to the other man, smiling gently, before turning back to the papers.
Harvey let out a deep groan, and walked to the sofa, picking up and discarding the pieces of paper laid on it.
Edward's head quickly twitched to Harvey, "Harvey, wait, no!"
The ginger man rushed to Harvey's side, taking the paper from him and smoothing it in his hands. "You'll ruin it!"
"Edward." Harvey said sternly, "This is not ok. This is my house. I should not have to worry about this from the second I wake up."
Edward cowered slightly, holding up his hands in an instinctive defence, "Ok." He whimpered, the paper crumpling in his hands, "I'm sorry. I'll put it in my room ok?"
Harvey grunted and took a seat where Edward's paper had been, slightly amused at how quickly Edward had backed down.
"Ok…" Edward said, just hovering there tentatively, like he was waiting for permission.
"Yes." Harvey said shortly, "Just put them away."
Edward nodded, seeming to almost bow with the action, he quickly piled up his papers, his head perpetually turned away from Harvey.
He walked out, to his room, the door closing quietly.
Harvey didn't like the odd mist of angst that'd filled the room; from himself or Edward he wasn't sure.
Had he been too hard on him? He'd not shouted, not really, he'd kept calm, not hit him or anything…
I'll go in in a little while, apologise or make him a drink or something.
Not coffee!