[ Of course Eddie of all people would pick up on the fact that Gareth wasn't happy about everything.]

Right, I mean sure.

[ Gareth sets about finishing his portion of the food and his soda before he finally says something again. Cleaning off his fork to set on his bedside table before scooting back to rest against his pillow, pulling his knees up to his chest, he stared at Eddie for a bit. ]

So...what's the plan from here? I wanna help, Eddie. And don't sit there and tell me I can't because I'll be damned if I'm not allowed to help my best friend escape an angry mob of idiots.