He is jumpy. Very jumpy. Too many dangerous, emotional-laden things whirling around his head and no immediate access to the tools necessary to manage them, like needing to take something hot from the grill and not having oven mitts--its going to hurt and make him flail.

The temptation is there to say no, to comment on how if he's in this state while sober then nudging himself toward something that ventures further may not be the best move. But his nerves are jittery and Ed is offering and after a moment of thought he gives a small shrug like his arm has been twisted.

"Why not!"

Awkward, disjointed, a little unnerving. What else could he have expected? Well, he hadn't been expecting any of this at all, in fairness, but now it's here it's a matter of working with what they have.