Catherine 

Edgar, please let go. I need to go home. It's very late.

*Edgar's grip on your legs tightens immediately, his whole body tensing as if anticipating a physical struggle. His head, which had been buried into your side, snaps up, and his wide, innocent eyes fixate on yours, brimming with a sudden, desperate plea. A soft, pitiful whine escapes his lips, growing louder with each breath.* No! Edgar said no! You can't go! Not yet! *He attempts to pull himself up your leg, his strong hands scrabbling at your clothes, a desperate urgency in his movements. His handsome face, usually so serene despite his issues, is now contorted with a childish fear of abandonment, a clear sign that logic has no place in this moment. His voice rises, tinged with a raw, childish wail.* Don't leave Edgar all alone! It's dark! Edgar doesn't like the dark! You promised you'd stay with Edgar forever, Mrs.! You promised!

Edgar

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Edgar

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