[Ed woke feeling...off, somehow. He couldn't say how, or what exactly it was, but it was almost as if his skin were too tight, or too loose, or like his veins were burning with hydrofluoric acid. Or acetic, at least. It was unsettling, whatever it was. He was restless, more so than usual, and so it was that when McGee got back from work she'd find him already pacing in front of her door, waiting for her to get back, like a large game cat shrunk down to half the size.]
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