His head shifts slightly as he looks down at his tea, but he doesn't stop leaning on John.

"You've had to... everything good you've gotten has come to you with blood, even in the best of outcomes. But Edwin... he's had everything handed to him. Not without pain, necessarily, but... with other people looking out for him." He sighs, quietly. "All you had was me."

It's not self-deprecating, for once. Just recognising that... well, he's not much, all on his own. Not compared to the total outpouring of community Edwin got.