Paranoia, that made sense. While severely overestimating how much Ed would have ever possibly cared about high school football and also underestimating how much Ed cared about Harvey Dent. But then, not only had Ed underestimated how much he cared himself - just how obsessively he had been trying to track down the culprits, investigated the motive and started plotting revenge had taught him that - he was also currently trying to reassess his feelings in that regard.

While groaning as he sat up, because his supposed friend had just tossed him across a room. Fuck, that hurt. Nothing broken though. His eyes widened when Harvey reached for the screwdriver and there was a nervous laugh when he got up, backing away. "Wait a moment, yeah? How about no? That's-- You really shouldn't. I've got nice eyes, for one thing. Got them from my mother, only good thing I've ever gotten from her."