And then the Words were coming again, maddening addiction crawling straight down inside, making him itch, making him want.
Something that wasn't quite narcissism, wasn't quite masturbation.
"I can't be this old and still a virgin," Ed snickered. "I mean, you've been with someone, right?
Ed loved his brother, and would take his company as a roommate over anyone in the world — except one; but he made a damn lousy substitute for a girlfriend.
"Do we still have cucumbers? Or I guess I could transmute a mold, do you need this dining chair?"
Endorphins then, that's what he's been missing.