Izzy nearly jumps out of his skin when Ed smacks his hand, color draining out of his face immediately as he hides it against his chest with his other. Oh shit. Oh shit, he's so fucked, isn't he.

...isn't he? Because Edward starts joking and carries on, which Izzy listens to as he hastily retrieves his glove and tugs it on.

"Of course I would," he answers, trying to gauge the layers of what's going on here. Izzy looks from his gloved hand and back to Edward, pulse in his throat but cautiously optimistic.

"Would.. you still want that?"