The weight on his shoulder caught him by surprise but he gently rest a hand on the other to help him feel stable.
He told him of the past and looked back warmly when he was assured it wasn't silly.
When the other told him he had to agree. "When storms are bad and the weather is dangerous, I can understand that. You didn't like being inside...?" He was questioning but realization came to him. Just before the words could come, he noticed that Edmund had drifted off. He didn't dare to wake him. He turned to stare out at the dark catching only the barest movement of the rain.

When there was mild movement to show he woke and the other spoke, the taller man agreed while heartedly "Damn fathers. " He agreed simply. "But they are in our past. They can't bother us any longer." He took his hand and squeezed it to comfort him. "We can stand here long as you want. If you don't want to piss on a church we can do whatever. Or I can help you get home. " He offered, his voice softer.