"Oh, I don't know if I can eat right now," Edwin replied, though he knew it probably wasn't a terrible idea to at least try to eat. "Coffee, though. That sounds okay." Maybe if he tried to help, and do something with his hands, it might keep him from bursting into tears again. Or maybe he'd just fall back into thinking about Oliver, and all the meals they had made together in the kitchen.
God, he was a fucking mess.
He turned back around before they got to the stairs, pulling her into another hug, maybe just so he had something to do other than try to kick out the banister, just to put all his frustration and energy somewhere. This was better, even if he was still crying on her shoulder. "Biscuits sound okay," he told her, even if his heart wasn't really in it. "Thank you."