Ed feels the blood spatter onto his face and yet he doesn't flinch. It's like an old friend. It's meant to be there. It floods his system with adrenaline and Ed feels a rush. At one point, it can't be determined whose laughing is louder, his or Pratt's.

"I said open your fucking mouth." he grunts through his teeth, pressing the weight of his entire body back, and ready to shove that finger in his mouth one way or another.