Yeah, I remember. You were crying.

❪ he can't help his own frown as he sets his fork down with food, more or less, forgotten about in the moment. there's only a small pause before eddie reaches up to touch the scar on his chest, feeling the raised skin and awkward scarring with a sigh. ❫

You don't have to apologize, Rich. It's not like you left knowing that shit was going to happen.