[ Dylan listens, wide-eyed, nodding along as Eddie speaks. His hands are shaking as he takes the manila folder, paging through the notes, writings and interviews, feeling his eyes burn as they start to tear up.

He swallows, then gently closes the folder before he's finished. ]

Some of those... some of those sound right. By the time I left he was... he was busy a lot. And hard to reach when he was out. But I think...

[ God, why is it so hard to talk?! He takes a deep breath and tries to start over. ]

Thank you. This means a lot to me. I'm always worried that... that talking about him might upset you. I don't want you to feel like you're competing with him, because you're not. And the fact that you went to these lengths to try and track him down is...

[ He sniffs again, and brings a hand up to his eye to wipe away a tear. ]

I shouldn't be crying at my own party.