[He leaned back when Ed stood up, letting his brother wrap himself in that towel without fussing about the chill. The bathroom was probably was warmest room in their house, what with the door closed and the steam trapped in with them. And as long as Ed felt like he could tolerate it, Pete let him. He did, however, reach over to grab the thick robe that he'd hung by the door so that he could wrap it around the smaller man when he did catch a chill.

Fussing over others even as he was the one being bolstered.]

Is that what you think? Edmund, I doubt myself every time I lead men away to settle a dispute. I wonder if I'm going to get them killed. Get myself killed. I wonder if I'm making the right call, if the advantages of the end outweigh the casualties of the means. I come to you for advice all the time, Brother.

[Which wasn't entirely true. He was nothing if not brutally honest, but he held himself to an impossible standard. He did go to Edmund or their sisters for counsel, but not nearly as often as he was saying. It was those standards that had crawled their way into his mind here, as well.]

I know. I do know that. I just..I find myself uncertain. Not about how I feel for him, but how my feelings for him might push him into feeling something he might not otherwise feel. We were sparring. I was pushing to try and get him out of the shell he's wrapped himself in since waking.