27. Sleeping Face
Ed couldn't sleep.
But, thankfully, it wasn't because of discomfort anymore.
No, he was back in Roy's house, the temperature a comfortable warm; the decoration simple but tasteful and personal enough that you could tell someone lived there; there was no light on in the hall, and there was no noise from the room next door because it was a linen closet (complete with fresh blankets that didn't look as if they'd seen better days forty years ago) and no one was having a middle-of-the-night conversation.
But, more importantly, Roy was in bed with him. And Ed just lied there, watching him sleep.