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"This is Ed. Leave a message."
[He absolutely has vocally advertised his services repairing/creating things for people. Drop him an inquiry.]
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The adult shifts, crossing his arms over his chest. No one should have to go through any of that but there was probably someone on this plane of existence that the teen might prefer to talk to about this. If he had someone he was more comfortable with it didn't make much sense that he'd come to him, to begin with, unless he really was just trying to check on him out of courtesy. Which was weird enough even if he knew how the kid was.
This was exactly why he'd showed up in person, he couldn't wrap his mind around how he was supposed to handle this discussion more than just being there to listen, and this was a much easier way of doing that so the kid wouldn't feel ignored. It wasn't as if 'you'll get used to this' was a reassuring assessment at all.
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But now there was just this long silence hanging over the both of them and he didn't know what else to say. All he knew right now was how much he missed everyone from home. (Well, not everyone.) He had never felt so...alone.
Without thinking that he was jumping subjects, Ed mumbled. "I don't know if you ever thought about it, and I never told Al, but...I always preferred that if either of us would end up alone it would be me. I never realized how hard it was."