"It... sucks," I echoed. I had never heard phrasing like that before, but as soon as Eddie said it, it just made sense. I might not understand it completely, but it felt like something that perfectly described what we were talking about. All of this, the death of our parents, the way Peter had been, whatever awful things we might have faced, it all sucked.

I liked how that sounded.

"I'm sorry, too," I said. I knew fathers could be good men, men who loved their sons and their wives, who provided for their families. I had seen them in Darrow already, even after only two days, I had seen them in the park throwing balls and pushing swings and walking dogs. Mine hadn't been anything like that, but maybe Eddie's had. I hoped he had been.

"And now you're stuck here with an odd roommate," I said with a small smile.