Edwin hides his face a little more securely, pleased and showing it with a little psychic trill instead of looking at Jedao. He feels weird, he's felt weird for days, and even the triumph of making Jedao feel good has a simmering anxiety under it, as though it could have gone wrong.
"At least now you've got a pair again. Or I could make the other one."
Jedao pets him idly, stroking down Edwin's head and back, scratching with his fingernails the way he would with a cat who liked firmer scratches, a specific grounding touch.
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"At least now you've got a pair again. Or I could make the other one."
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"Do you like knitting, so far?"
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"It's not bad. I'm not-- It's hard to not cheat when I get frustrated and make it fix itself."
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"I would probably feel the same way," he admits.