This wasn't going like he'd been hoping. Eric resisted the urge to shoot a look at his brother next to him. Considering what happened, could you blame the guy? Hell, he'd been on the same bus as Michael and he wished he couldn't remember. Eric cleared his throat, figuring he better just be matter of fact about the whole thing and not admit that he was still wigged out by the whole thing even almost a year down the line.

"The bus crash, remember? The bus flipped, I got my leg hurt in a bad way," Eric said. He tried to sound like it was no big deal. "It was during one of the trips to Doyleton way back when."

He searched Michael's face for any sign he remembered. Considering how messed up they'd both been during the crash, Eric figured he had a pretty good excuse for not remember every single detail of that day, and it wasn't like they'd had time to say goodbye for he'd been rushed out, back when they thought the leg could still be saved. He guessed seeing something like that could've probably set Michael's progress back. High time he changed the subject. They were here for the whole moral support cheerleading thing, only without the mini-skirts. Eric glanced over at his brother. Him and his fancy dress shirt.

"Anyway, we figured we'd drop by and see how you're doing. They treating you right?"

He figured they were, but he wanted to hear it from Michael's own mouth too.