(Oh, Eddie definitely thinks he's already broken. He's aware that he's mentally wrong, or as he'd say, he was crazy, but he was barely about to blame that on a complete stranger. That and he doesn't think about it too much until it's staring him in the face.

Eddie laughs, but it's one of those weirdly gentle laughs, the kind that breathes its way out rather than shakes its way out. A good, nice laugh without a single edge of mockery to it.)

I think I can handle it. And hey, we're friends, okay? So if you mess up, all you need to do is apologize and it'll be okay. I mess up too, I make mistakes.