Comfort
Edward woke slow and calmly, surrounded by warm flesh; Russell at his back, and Fletcher in front of him. If he lifted his head about an inch, he could see his brother tucked against the smallest blonde. They were so entwined that it was difficult to determine where one began and the others ended. It was wonderful; this waking up enveloped by people who love him and whom he loves. There is a peace in this quiet just after dawn that Edward's guilt-ridden soul knows is hard to find. There is a comfortable weight in this sleep-heavy air, telling the blonde to go back to sleep for just a little longer, enjoy the feel of another's skin on his, and don't worry about anything for right now. Edward is content to listen to it, and snuggles in deeper.
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