Ed jumps and all but backpedals away from the glass, shoving his hands in his (now mostly dry) pockets out of embarrassment. His arms are tense as if he's holding himself, and for a moment he stares down at his feet.

It takes him a moment to realise both of them are still there, standing awkwardly near each other, so he shoots the blond a side glance with an upturned brow. "...you think it's okay?" he asks softly, slouched a little now. He rubs his arm for real now. "The people around here have been giving me weird looks..."