He thought he shouldered things that weren't his responsibility, this kid was off the charts. What difference did it make to him? It wasn't his world, had no bearing his own relationship with his brother. Rubbing salt into that wound wasn't going to make either of them feel better, why bother wasting energy getting mad about it?

When he flinched from all the banging as the teen threw the dishes the milotic moved over from where she was, curling around him almost protectively and watching the younger Ed carefully.

"That's why I wanted him to go back. I couldn't be what he wanted, maybe the version in his universe could."