[At the mention of Lust, Ed visibly tenses. His fists clench, his brow furrows, his shoulders stiffen. His voice betrays him as he speaks, cracking and wavering - a hint of something bitter, angry and hurt underlying his words.]
Y-yeah. Already know about her.
[AND APPARENTLY HE'S MOVING? He's shoved out the door before he has a chance to say anything else. He stuffs his hands in his pockets as they walk.]
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Y-yeah. Already know about her.
[AND APPARENTLY HE'S MOVING? He's shoved out the door before he has a chance to say anything else. He stuffs his hands in his pockets as they walk.]