A spared glance. A moment of shared want and frustration, a communion between two individuals who knew suffering. Eddie crossed his arms, a look of consideration expressed in his mouth and eyes, a twitch of some hypothetical thought. Of something he hadn't thought of in years. He soon waved his hand at it, an attempt at driving it away.

But thoughts always returned to Eddie. He couldn't escape them.

"What are you suggesting?" Eddie hissed. His quiet intensity almost mirrored composure. "That we have united sentiments? That this proves some -- some bond of intent between us?"

That thought stole around his synapses.