Edward didn't have to look up to know who it was, taking another breath before he spoke. "I'm okay, Tiger. Felt a little sick. Too much coffee, you know?" That might be it. That had to be making it all worse, his mind too wired to keep to the normal routine and just come up with excuses rather than plans and nonsense.<br/><br/>He felt Tiger's knee brush against him the same time as he heard the soft scrape of fabric to concrete. It would be easy. Just let him know who'd who'd clean up the mess, how much more trouble it would be than it was worth -- Edward moved his arms to sit ramrod straight, scooting a little ways away from Tiger so he could reach behind and tuck his shirt in. "An accident," he mumbled. "One of the bonfires. It's fine."<br/><br/>It didn't feel fine. There were too many, too even in shape to be any kind of flame lick or pile of embers. Edward kept his eyes away, even when he moved his hands back to his lap. "Listen.. um.." he brought his hands together to slide his fingers between each other, letting the feel of his own skin brush together try to ground him. "If uh.. if you go making a mess at Mu, me and the new members would end up being the ones to clean it up. It.. it really wouldn't be worth it, not for me. I mean, you can do what you want.  Just.. be easy?"