Eddie had been staying with you a lot since Christopher left. It wasn’t even a spoken thing, just something that happened. One day him driving home to an empty apartment turned into him preparing blankets and a pillow to sleep on your couch.

He wasn’t a guest in your house anyway. He never had been. Which is why he wasn’t afraid of doing things for himself, like grabbing a glass of water.

Eddie was just setting down his glass so he could turn on the tap, when it suddenly shattered in his palm, causing him to cry out and jerk his hand back but not before glass got embedded into his palm.

“Fuck, shit-“ He said quickly under his breath, trying to get out the shards but being too shaky.