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Ah, he doesn’t want to do this. But he needs to say something, because if he doesn’t, Stede is bound to feel some sort of way about being left to discover Izzy’s disappearance all on his own. And so he settles himself onto the bed with a groan, his knee choosing that particular moment to begin to rebel—“Is that you, Ed, darling?” “Yeah…” He breathes. Fuck, he’s pretty sure that Izzy has never made this much noise when sitting or laying down. He’d sooner die. “Is everything alright?” Stede emerges from the bathroom enveloped in a cloud of floral-scented steam. All it takes is one quick look at Ed’s face to know that everything is not, in fact, alright. Getting right down to it, he asks, “…Is this about Israel?” “Yeah…” Ed is reluctant to offer anything more by way of explanation, especially when Stede’s expression shifts to one of outright concern. “He, uh… He’s missing. Took off in the middle of the night, nobody’s quite sure when.” The look on Stede’s face might be comical, under other circumstances. Right now, it just twists Ed’s stomach up into all sorts of ugly little knots.

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