"Do we still have cucumbers? Or I guess I could transmute a mold, do you need this dining chair?"
And then the Words were coming again, maddening addiction crawling straight down inside, making him itch, making him want.
"I can't be this old and still a virgin," Ed snickered. "I mean, you've been with someone, right?
Something that wasn't quite narcissism, wasn't quite masturbation.
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.
Endorphins then, that's what he's been missing.