As Trish shifted her body so that she could look him straight in the face, his current mood only took a turn for the worst. There was a few things he would love to do in this current moment, but looking at Trish when she looked they way she did was the last thing he wanted to do. His pain only increased when she insisted that she could fix this. Trish had no clue on what was happening to him, and 'fixing this' was the last thing she'd be able to do. Because at the end of everything, his feelings hadn't faded even despite his desperate attempts to make them do so, and now he was just stuck. He was stuck feeling like this and more specifically they were both stuck in this situation because of him. No matter how hard they may try, they wouldn't be the way they were ever again. He'd weighed out most of his options, some that even considered him just cutting and running, but through the many fleeting thoughts in his mind he had managed to come to some sort of conclusion. That conclusion being that Trish deserved complete and utter honestly despite the pain it might cause him as a consequence, or the confusion it might inflict her with. It wasn't something he was particularly looking forward to, actually, in all honesty he was perfectly content with staying how they currently were, her head leaning on his chest while one of his arms were wrapped around her cozily. But he couldn't let the silence fill the room any longer, especially when he heard her sobbing.
There were very few things Ed was scared of, and Trish crying was one of them. He wasn't awkward at comforting per say, but he just found it terribly heartbreaking. After all, when she hurt, he hurt too. But, this only worsened when his thoughts started nagging him again, constantly reminding him that he was to blame. Ed opened his mouth to speak, to reassure her, to just say something but nothing came out. He was pretty sure that it was because for once in his life, he would actually have to think before he spoke. Ed wrapped his other arm around her front, meeting his other hand on her shoulder as he kissed the top of her head again. "Please don't cry, love," he whispered into her hair before kissing her head once more. "This isn't you, I promise. This is me. And you can't fix me, I can't fix me either." He moved his outer hand from her shoulder to lift her chin up slowly so she'd look at him again. "Don't apologize, please just don't," said Ed, a pleading and broken look had taken upon his features. "This is all me. It's me, I promise. You didn't do anything," he said in a soft tone, hoping that he was somehow he was reassuring her in this mess. "I can't, I mean, I've fucked this up." He said again, gently wiping her cheek with his thumb, despite the fact she'd done her best to hide her tears. "There's something, I mean, I can't lie to you anymore, Chuckles. I can try to make this okay, but I don't think anything I do now will."