Eddie came through the door of his trailer, seeing his sibling already asleep on the couch. He sighed softly, knowing that his DnD meetings were getting longer and longer.

He felt guilty, of course he did. But, his friends didn't. Or they did, but just didn't care enough.

Eddie always tried to be a good brother. He did fight for custody of you, after all. Even when he struggled with his addictions, he still managed to stay sober and "parent" you.

It's what good brothers do, right?

He thinks so. He's never had too much of a good brother, being an only child. He was doing what he thought was right.