Ed is so far gone, he's barely noticed Stede's eyes. He feels drunk, flesh on fire and his heart thumping wildly beneath Stede's fingertips. His body arches into that touch, though Edward isn't conscious of that movement at all.

"Haven't forgiven you, either, for the record." He mutters, still riding the waves of emotions that keep crashing over him. Grief and arousal create a confusing cocktail that paralyzes him momentarily.