Eddy shrugged his great shoulders and took a sip of his drink, as if to say<i>that's alright, kid</i>. He didnt have the words to comfort, couldnt force the platitudes out of his mouth in a way that would make them meaningful. Failure was a part of life but it was still a sour, distasteful thing.<br/><br/>"I didn't even make it through high school, kid," Eddy admitted before finishing his glass.<br/><br/>He had dropped out at 16 to work to help pay for mimaw's cancer treatments. He was too busy ferrying her to her radiotherapy appointments and working construction jobs to bother with showing up to school. Mimaw wasnt happy about it but she couldnt exactly stop him, and by the time she passed he was too old to go back.<br/><br/>He had some notions about getting his GED but that just never happened. College wasnt even a thought. Which was funny because dozens of people have suggested he should be teaching classes.<br/><br/>"They got school for bartending?" Eddy asked, faux-incredulous, joking right back as he refilled their glasses. First Luke's, then his own.