Spring holiday. Full of nice weather and fun. Always Eddie's second favorite vacation (next to summer, of course). At this one had a major upside.

He was staying with his dad.

See, that might usually be viewed as a bad thing. He and his dad have never been really close. But his dad lives in England. Where his girlfriend lives.

You catch his drift.

Anyway, now he gets to hang out with his girlfriend off school grounds, which means more privacy and no curfew (well, lessened curfew, for him, at least. 11:30. Better than 10:00, he guesses).

But with only a few nights left of break, he was looking forward to spending it to the best of his ability.

"Bye, dad." he calls out to his father, who's sitting at the living room couch, reading the daily paper. "I'll be back by curfew."

Mr. Sweet looks up from behind his newspaper, folding it in half. "Where are you going?"

"With Patricia." he glances up at his father, about to turn the doorknob to the front door.

"Wait, Edison." Mr. Sweet sets his paper down on the coffee table, leaning forward slightly.

Eddie sighs, dropping his hand so it hangs at his side. He turns fully to his father. "Yeah?"

Mr. Sweet releases a shaky sigh. "You really like her, don't you?"

Eddie chuckles. "Well, yeah, that's why I'm dating her."

"Do you love her?"

The question catches Eddie off guard. Not that he hasn't thought about it, of course. He's been thinking about it since the night he realized he had feelings for Patricia. But he never really came across an answer, and finds himself searching his brain for a few moments for an appropriate one. He wasn't even sure if he should tell his dad. But, hey, if they were going to do this whole "bonding" thing, he should probably contribute.

And so he finds himself answering with a, "Yeah, I think I do."

Mr. Sweet gives his son a small smile. "That's very good, Eddie."

"Yes, dad, I know that." the younger of the two rolls his eyes, although he doesn't move to exit the apartment.

After a few brief and slightly uncomfortable moments of silence, Mr. Sweet is the one to speak up, asking, "Do you think she's the one?"

Another period of silence from Eddie before an reply of, "Yeah, I think I do."

Mr. Sweet's face becomes surprisingly stern. "Then don't you let her go, Edison." he demands. "Don't let her leave you, at least permanently. Don't be stupid, like I was with your mother and you." he gives a small nod. "Don't be me."

Eddie's teeth graze over his bottom lip before nodding in agreement. "I won't, dad."

"Promise me."

After a second, Eddie nods again. "Promise."

"Alright, then." Mr. Sweet waves him off toward the door. "Go, then. Have fun."

"I will." Eddie grins, reaching for the knob and swinging the door open. "I'll see you, dad."

"Goodbye."

And, with that, Eddie exits the abode, leaving behind a smiling Mr. Sweet. Smiling because his son will be different. Smiling because his son won't be him.

A/N: Hello. A little Eddie/Sweetie heart-to-heart and Peddie-ness for you. Well, actually, this was sortarequested, by someone on Tumblr whose URL I've forgotten.

So yes. Hope you enjoyed...?