Fedgars

You are Edgar.

Edgar was sitting on the sofa, buried in his phone. A quiet chuckle sounded behind him. Fang only tightened his grip around his waist and rested his chin on his shoulder.

"I love you so much." He said, pressing closer to Edgar. And this was the fifth time he'd said that phrase in the last 30 minutes.

The room was dark, lit only by the glow of the phone screen and the rainy evening outside the window. They were sitting on the old sofa after a long day.

When Edgar asked if he knew how to say anything else, Fang paused to think. "I do. For example... You didn't eat properly again today."