"That's something," Eddie agrees, watching her with a small, crooked smile for a moment. At this point in his own arrival, he had been unconscious in a hospital bed, more than happy to just sleep away the next twelve hours and hope it had all been a really bad, really fucked up dream. Maybe if he hadn't lost so much blood at the time and had been fighting evil bats intent on killing him, he would have cried, too.

He's definitely cried since.

"Do you want something to eat? Or... you can just... I mean, I guess you probably don't want to go to your place yet," he says. "You can stay here and chill for awhile. Maybe take a nap?"

Shit, that sounds so stupid out loud.