It's such a relief that Jedao understands. The tension that was left, the worry that he'd try to brush the anxiety of it away, leaves Edwin in a rush.
"I... I hate it," he says again, very quietly. "And I'm jealous of myself, and I'm jealous of Arthur and John being together, but not in the way that I used to be."
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"I... I hate it," he says again, very quietly. "And I'm jealous of myself, and I'm jealous of Arthur and John being together, but not in the way that I used to be."