Beats me. I mean, for all we know - we could be the result of one or two exceptional drunken nights.

[Never mind that he's not out yet, never been out, definitely not confident enough with himself to marry someone. He shifts in his seat and taps his left hand against the surface of the wood, to shake that thought off. Just in time for Eddie to grab his hand, and his blue eyes meet Eddie's face, not for the first time, with a look of familiarity. There's a desperate ache in his chest he doesn't understand, an underlying panic that flutters behind his ribcage.]

Yeah, I- I figured it was from a bike wreck or something. I've had it for as long as I can remember.

This is getting weird, Eds. Like some bizarre superhero origin story, except I clam up when I'm nervous so there's no way I'm some kind of hero.