They arrive late to find the band already playing, the crowd a swell of moving people, sweaty and loud. They find space near the back and absorb the atmosphere.
Edward is grateful for the noise, for the inability to make conversation. He can't hear himself think - let alone talk. The bass climbs, vibrating through his body until he can't feel anything else. Except...
Jasper's fingers.
Stroking his hand. Light, brief touches. Teasing, like Jasper. Edward keep his eyes forward, his posture rigid and jaw tense.
Jasper turns to him and leans in, his mouth against Edward's ear.
"Don't freak out."