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-He was waiting quietly, patiently, arm slung over his eyes as he continued to wait for that familiar feeling of the bed moving as he crawled in next to him...
Of course, one could never say that Edward was a patient guy, and after a minute or two, became tired of just lying down. He lifted himself up, making his way out of the bedroom and...heading for where he figured he would be.
...
At his desk in the living room, head over his paper and books, scribbling down...whatever he was writing-
...Alfons?
Have you been okay? Y-you've been huddled by that desk for awhile, and...