Eddie stares down at his hands as she speaks, at the coffee cup he holds between them. He should've anticipated that she'd react that way.

"Still," he says after a moment or two. "You don't have to choose sides. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, not me or anyone else." He lifts his head and gives her a look that's uncharacteristically serious.

"And I know you don't need protecting, I know you can protect yourself, but...I'll help, too." Maybe that's what it is he's been feeling. Protective instinct?