[He leans back on the couch, lifting his hand so he can rest his cheek on the palm of his hand. His arm making a perfect, sharp triangle on the edge of the couch. His kind of probing questions usually hurt, but it got him somewhere. Eddie didn't want to hurt her and if she knew how he saw her, she wouldn't be. Quietly.] If I was sitting here with one of your siblings, could we say the same? You're a little different from them, aren't you?