Cleaning himself up as best he could, Eddie pulled on the jeans Jamie gave him, his eyes downcast. He didn't mean to, but he jerked under the gentle touch of Jamie's hand, his breath hitching, tears prickling his eyes.

"Sorry," he muttered, sniffling as he pulled on his t-shirt, his movements slow and clumsy. As they made their way towards the stairs, Jamie reached for him, but he kept his arms folded across his chest, feeling small and barbed, like he might hurt Jamie somehow, just by being too close.

He was careful as he pushed open the hatch, peeking out into the house, eyes flickering away at the glances turned his way. Every one of them felt accusatory, pitying, and he just wanted them all to go away.

"Have you seen Beverly?" He signed to someone, nodding when they pointed towards the garden.