"We... He loved me," Edwin said through sobs. He leaned into Dylan, appreciating the stranger comforting him, but not having the words for it right then. "I love him. We... We said it kind of quick, but I should have said it sooner. Oh god, I didn't think they'd actually take him." He hid his mouth behind a hand as the thought made him crack again, and if he hadn't already been sitting, he knew that this probably would have brought him to his knees again. He mentally told himself to breathe, and try to calm down a little, or he was going to end up throwing up. But what else was he supposed to do?
"I don't-- I don't know if it's going to be okay," he gasped when Dylan said that she'd stick around until he was okay, and that brought another line of tears, both from uncertainty and embarrassment. Dylan probably didn't need this.