[ It's a lot at once, and Eddie doesn't know what to tackle first. The way her hand scrubs at her face makes him nervous, not that she's going to cry but that if she does he won't be able to do anything about it, not really, not with bars between him and her. He moves a little closer again, pressing his forehead right against the metal, like if he can push hard enough he'll just squeeze right through. ]

Yeah. I thought maybe you were from somewhere similar. But I... [ A sigh, and Eddie curls a hand around the bar next to him, squeezing until his knuckles go white before he relaxes his grip. ] Shit, I just thought you were from the same world. I never would've guessed you knew him. I mean, what're the fuckin' chances of that?

[ That's that. Onto the next topic. ]

I've known him a while. Hard to measure exactly how long, but a while. But if anything I think he looked older the first time I saw him. I thought I was looking at a corpse. [ A pause, as he cycles back through a few thoughts. ] How old was he when you knew him?