Get out

Dinner

Ray froze seeing his boss approaching. His hand flinched away from the door knob it was originally reaching out for. He quickly tried to straighten up as a guard should when on post.

Brett was mostly in his own thoughts, having dropped off the pizza box in his room before going to fetch Eddy. He noticed the newest addition to his guard force outside, seeing how he straightened up as he moved closer.

"Everything alright, buddy?" he asked, stopping outside Eddy's room. He considered if he should tell him to get off post before bringing Eddy out, but it could be useful to have someone nearby if Eddy decided to act up.

Brett was mostly in his own thoughts, having dropped off the pizza box in his room before going to fetch Eddy. He noticed the newest addition to his guard force outside, seeing how he straightened up as he moved closer.

"Everything alright, buddy?" he asked, stopping outside Eddy's room. He considered if he should tell him to get off post before bringing Eddy out, but it could be useful to have someone nearby if Eddy decided to act up.

Ray cleared his throat awkwardly, out of respect he didn't make direct eye contact with his boss ,since it was of disrespect to look at someone directly of higher rank, " I just thought I heard the prisoner crying, sir. It could be another one of his tricks so be careful. "

He spoke matter of fact to hide his soft heart.

Brett furrowed his eyebrows, feeling the worry and the hint of guilt in the bottom of his stomach. He didn't like when Eddy was sad.

"Is that so?" Brett asked, running a hand through his hair and looking over at the door quickly. "Thank you, Ray, for letting me know. I'll deal with it."

" No problem sir" Ray nodded, shifting away from the door to lean against the wall. He planned to stay nearby encase Brett needed him, although he was pretty sure that this wasn't a trick.

Brett took a deep breath before unlocking the door and peeking inside, making sure he wasn't actually being tricked before going in. Could never be too sure, no matter how soft he seemed, Eddy was a trained assassin.

Eddy sat in the center of the bed, hugging his legs close to his chest, also burying his face in them. His breath was ridged. There was a slim chance of him lashing out by being startled.

"Eddy?" Brett asked softly, closing the door behind him so Ray wouldn't hear their conversation. It hurt to see him like this. "You alright?"

Eddy looked up slightly since his name was called, but didn't trust his voice to give a solid answer so he shook his head no.

Brett felt the need to give him a tight hug, but instead went over to sit on the edge of his bed.

"Want to talk about it over dinner? Thought you could get a change of scenery by eating with me in my room."

Eddy quickly wiped his eyes, not wanting to look like a blubbering idiot over seemingly nothing, so once again he shook his head no not wanting to talk about it.

Part of him wanted human touch, Alex had spoiled him a lot with it especially after nightmares.

"I want to help you, so if there's anything else I can do, just let me know and I'll see what I can do, okay?" Brett said, reaching over to him to rub his back gently. He was hesitant, half expecting Eddy to lash out at the touch.

Eddy leaned into the touch, tempted to nuzzle into Brett's side but he knew that would be inappropriate considering," ... can I h-hold your h-hand..." he stammered quietly, " j-just f-for a b bit?"

His words were tumbling out, without much control.

"I uh... Yeah? Sure?" Brett stuttered, hesitantly offering the hand that wasn't resting on Eddy's back. He licked his lips nervously, not sure what to make of the request. What did it mean?