"You're drunk," She stated from the kitchen, as she watched him trip through the door.
He shook his head violently as he closed the door behind him and kicked off his shoes, stumbling backwards when he lost his balance. "Not drunk." He waved his finger at her, trying very hard not to slur his words.
Kate rolled her eyes and closed the fridge door, turning to face him and crossing her arms. "You're completely shit faced. I thought you made some pact with yourself that you weren't going to drink anymore?"
Eddie came into the light, his bloodshot eyes shining. "It was my uh, it was um, my- my fault." He nodded to himself a bit, and then let out a choked breath and sat on the floor.
"Shit," Kate muttered, and then walked over to sit in front of him. She knew the answer, but she still asked; "What's your fault, Ed?"
"The car- car- car-" He couldn't get out the rest of his sentence and gestured wildly, as if she would understand.
"No it wasn't," Kate replied, having been through this conversation several times before. She leaned forward and put her hand on his knee to comfort him. "It wasn't your fault."
"It..." Eddie sniffed and looked up. He was silent for a while, looking from her hand to her eyes. "Kat..." He said, and then his hands were on both sides of her head and pulling her in for a hard, sloppy kiss.
She froze in shock and then pushed him away, not sure how to respond. As if suddenly realizing what he did, Eddie put his head in his hands and shook his head again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I'm so sorry."
Knowing that he still needed her with him, Kate awkwardly moved to sit beside him and put her hand on his back as he began to cry.