Wait— [ Snapped out suddenly, when she follows it-isn't-easy, with i-love-you. ] It's not about loving you. That part's been easy since— [ the void? the woodshed? the mushrooms? ] Since I knew we were the same. [Because they are, even if they make different choices. Even if their anger and insecurities take different forms. ] I do. I love you.

I'm the problem. I don't say it enough. [ To her or to Eddie, even though he thinks he could. It's easier in the morning, mumbling it against the shell of her ear or pressing his mouth to Eddie's collar bone. ]