No problem. I figure if you're anything like me, you'll need it and― sorry. ❪ he says, cutting himself off as eddie turns to cover a yawn. it's clear the two plus days of terrible sleep is certainly catching up with someone. ❫ And, yeah, it's good to finally meet you again.

❪ and for a moment he stares as if searching for something before eddie ultimately shakes his head and glances away, thumbing through the folder he has in his lap. ❫

Even if I can't remember the first time we met. I mean, I don't remember anything about you. You're pretty much a stranger to me yet― ❪ yet somehow all this happened. ❫

Anyway― it explains a lot of what made it so hard for me to find shit in my name for some of my early twenties. Because I never would have thought I had done something like change my last name. ❪ with a small look up, he shrugs and removes the old marriage application that he lays out carefully between them. ❫ I figured you'd want to see everything, at least. Know that I wasn't fucking around with you.