It was a quiet moment for him.

Not just because it was a quiet day, but because Eddie felt a moment of respect was overdue. Which was why he was out here now, long after the sun had set and most everyone had fallen asleep. In all honesty? Eddie didn't know what else to do. But Bro... Even if he didn't know exactly what had happened to the man, even if he hadn't been really involved with the rest of Bro's family... He still thought of him as family, when his own had been small and unsteady. Bro had done so much for him, even now.

It didn't feel right to do nothing, even if it was just a small thing.

So here he was. Standing out on the roof of the apartment building in the cool night air, with nothing but a small orb of light to serve as a 'candle'. He held it in one hand as he fished out his staff with the other, pausing only for a moment to give a hard, thick swallow and extend the staff to its full length.

Eddie let the light hover on its own as he went to clasp the staff with both of his hands, one on top of the other with fingers laced together, the light soon moving to rest over his hands. He rested the bottom of the staff on the ground, holding it upright in front of him.

With that, he closed his eyes...and thought.

He thought about how it had only been a little over a year since he had met Bro online. Thought about how they had chatted, and the first time Eddie met him in person after he had insisted to teach the teen to defend himself. The times that they had actually gotten to spend together, either playing games, or watching movies. When he was there to provide comfort, and help, and protect him...

His grip on this staff tightened slightly, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes despite a stiff jaw and gritted teeth. His forehead suddenly leaned forwards to hit the staff, his mind straying to how Bro had left after he had told him about the purists. That had been the last thing they had talked about together. That had been the last time he had seen Bro.

18: My muse gives yours an impromptu back massage

It had been a surprise visit, Dirk bringing Prince's brother along for another playdate for the pups. The two wolfhounds had proceeded to tear through the house and into the backyard on a merry romp while you two had followed at a rather slower pace. Talk was of nothing in particular, catching up on what you both had been up to and how the respective families were as you both watched the dogs at play.

Somehow you'd ended up behind him, hands resting idly on the back of his chair. He'd be in it for another week or two, and serve him right for trying to do too much on an already injured leg. You'd already chided him about that, though, and there was no reason to go beating a dead horse. Glancing down at something he said, your hands shifted to his shoulders and so did your attention.