[ Eddie hums thoughtfully at her answer. She seems a little surprised at the fact that she might come off as better-than-thou, which he thinks means it's unintentional. She speaks in a low, measured tone but he thinks it's more to show she doesn't really care than because she's above explaining it. ]

Exactly. People see what they want to see. So what's the point?

[ He'd learned a long time ago that you couldn't change other people. Manipulate, yes, sometimes, but in the end people were going to do what they would. It was easier to let them think what they would than try to fight it. It also, usually meant, in Eddie's case anyway, that he was left alone to do what he wanted. ]

Human condition. I like that. [ He rubs at his mouth. ] Just another two words for suffering, right?

[ He huffs, crossing his arms. ] Look, you've got this loner thing down. It's beautiful, really. But, if you ever get tired of it, there's a group of guys over there who would probably shit themselves if a girl sat with us. [ He holds up a finger. ] That's not my selling point. It's this - if you can look past the initial awkward - they're actually some really great guys. If you take the time to get to know them. All hearts of solid gold.

And they've all sat at this very table the way you are. So call it fate, or destiny or Meatloaf Monday, but I think you're not meant to sit her on your own.

Unless you want to.