𝐄𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 sent: He can’t help but reach out, consumed by the look of Izzy’s hair, sliding his fingers through it. Then he realizes what he’s doing, and clears his throat. “What?”
For a split second, something in Izzy seems to melt into the touch. His shoulders relax, the grip on his pen slackens, but in the next breath he's stiffened up again, and shifted his gaze to Edward to try to figure out what the fuck he's doing.
" You're petting me, " Izzy points out, gruff, immediately regretting it. He might be looking at Edward like he's wondering if he’s finally lost his mind, but he doesn't actually want Ed to stop. He's always cherished the occasional affectionate touches he receives from his captain, hoarding them like little treasures.
In an effort to seem like he doesn't give a fuck when he really, actually does, Izzy rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to the log in his hands, definitely not entirely focused on whatever the hell his captain is doing, sort of hoping he doesn’t stop.
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