Oh Merlin. Patrick had not prepared him for something like this. Secrets? Edward couldn't handle secrets, especially when it came to the work place. There were secrets that his writer wanted to confine in him until she could tell others first. That was not something he wanted to hear hundreds of miles away from home. That was something he would've liked to know before they even set foot on this tour.
But, what was done was done, and he couldn't go back in time to change the past (well--). Taking a deep breath, Edward began to nod his head slowly. He could handle this. And he was getting a head of himself. He had no idea what Graciela wanted to say to him; it could be nothing. This thought alone calmed him greatly. So much so that he was able to genuinely able to look at her calmly, his smile from before still lingering on his face.
Alright. He was ready. He could handle this. He would handle this. "Of course, Graciela. You can tell me anything of the utmost importance and, I will naturally respect you wishes concerning them." As he spoke, Edward nodded his head slowly. Should he move to sit next to her? Or would that be pushing it too far? Deciding on the latter, Edward chose to stay where he stood. No need to create anything more uncomfortable.
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