"Fuck, Harvey! Can you quiet down?!" They were in his house and not only did he feel trapped between a rock and a hard place in a way that he hated, but there was the added factor of Isabella. He didn't want her involved.

He stared up at Harvey and tried to forget that he was all that. That he was sweet and just and cared. Because then why wouldn't Ed just send him off to his doom? Easy way to get rid of a bully. Instead here he was, looking at Harvey and trying to find whether any of that side of him was even still left. "You are my good friend." Were. Perhaps were. "That's why I'm not telling."