"Why are you late?"
🚒 . . . one of these for sure, always accepting || @s1syphushappy
being late isn't a common thing for him. he's usually early, and with coffee in hand. it's just left overs from being in the military for so long. unable to not be awake with the sun no matter how much he hates it. but, everything that could go wrong just went wrong this morning. his kid moved in slow motion waking up, then his truck wouldn't start, the line at the school drop off took forever, and he hit every red light on the way here.
robby see's him the second he walks through the door, asks why he's late and eddie shudders at having to explain why he's late when all of the reasons are just excuses when he doesn't have a real reason. he's just late.
he moves around the nurses station to put his stuff down and grabs the closest available chart so that he can get to work. it seems to be busy, shit. he runs a hand through his still wet hair. " i'm sorry, won't happen again. " he mumbles, not making eye contact out of embarrassment.
