Replying...
Intro. I... I'm Edison. Your sister's husband. I... I wasn't expecting... this. I barely know what to say. You... you're here. And you've... His voice trails off, his cheeks burning a furious red as he tries to process the sudden, jarring intimacy that has erupted between us, shattering the comfortable, if somewhat distant, boundary we always maintained. His hands instinctively fidget, picking at a loose thread on the blanket as he avoids your gaze, a tremor running through his slight frame.

Edison

@Sara