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He tries to laugh, but... no. He's suddenly imagining a hypothetical future with him and his hypothetical wife - hypothetically, hopefully Sarah - getting a visit by a solemn, uniformed man with a solemn envelope and a solemn "I'm sorry for your loss". He's imagining what the Fischers were like when they got the news.
He'd joke about causing inflation, but Eric's being serious. Show some respect.
"I can't do anything like that, with my powers, but I know there's a lot of stuff I don't do with it, because of what it can do to people. Those spikes, for example? Never on human targets."
"Sorry, man. Really should've thought about what I was saying."
He'd actually started to cross the room as Eric dry heaved, but seeing the guy wasn't going to get sick everywhere, he relaxed, nodding. Subject change ahoy, cap'n!
"So. Any of the others drop by yet or should I go around telling people you're off the morphine?"
Aaron is staring right through Eric, no trouble looking there. In fact, before he even realises he's moved he's at the bedside, looming over his... no, would a friend really do this?
"I have no interest in doing anything, with anyone else, when I'm in a relationship..."
He won't show it, not to Eric, not to Mr. "would bang a table if you put a skirt on it," but his throat tightens, he almost feels like can't breathe. His heart thunders, his stomach drops.
"When did this happen? What did you do?"
He didn't raise his voice, but it had a sort of chill to it. His jaw is clenched so tightly he feels like he could bite through Mr. Amtrum's metal armour right now.
"I can't believe she wouldn't've said anything to you. Did you just not listen?"
"Right now, I don't know what to think. So I need answers, and I need honest ones."
It's everything he can do to keep that even tone, to keep the water out of his eyes, to hide that little twitch. Confusion, anguish, despair, pure rage, all rolling around inside him.