Edgar is not snickering, but it's a near thing. And despite the mannered phrasing and slightly stuffy accent, he's finding himself kind of liking this man; something about him -- maybe it's the cheerful shamelessness about sex, even -- is reminding Edgar of Max.
He's about to ask about that human mention, but the train rocks slightly on a turn and he glances out the window -- just in time to see the bright warm daylight vanish into blackness.
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Edgar is not snickering, but it's a near thing. And despite the mannered phrasing and slightly stuffy accent, he's finding himself kind of liking this man; something about him -- maybe it's the cheerful shamelessness about sex, even -- is reminding Edgar of Max.
He's about to ask about that human mention, but the train rocks slightly on a turn and he glances out the window -- just in time to see the bright warm daylight vanish into blackness.