Edwin did as instructed, taking a breath and hoping that it could get his heart to stop racing. The rest of the story didn't help that at all, though, and right from the word 'before', Dylan finally had Edwin's attention. It sounded like something that They would do, but that didn't make anything okay. It just explained why his body was back in one piece.
Shit, and now he could feel tears welling up in his eyes, which felt inevitable, but weren't what he needed for a first impression. Which, on second thought, he wasn't sure he actually cared about. He dragged his hand across his eye and took another deep breath. "Edwin. I'm Edwin," he managed to choke out. Talking was hard, like he was clearly masking sobs, and god, did he wish he wasn't. He took another deep breath and tried to sniff everything back and regain some composure.
"I swear I'm going to react to all that in a minute? But right now I need...him." He pointed to the door, before finally forcing himself to put his hand on the doorknob. And then turn it. And somehow, he even pushed it open a little.
Just enough to see a lack of anything familiar.
The tears came hot, and quick after that. He pushed his lips into a thin line to keep from letting out a sob, but he already had one hand braced on the door frame for support, and the other found Dylan's arm, for support of the emotional variety.