Re: quicklog: eddie/steph apartment
[Stephanie did laugh. She shook her head and smiled.] I've pulled out far more horrific things out of people's asses, I'll tell you that. But lightbulbs are definitely a bitch. [She almost didn't want to completely ruin the illusion created because she looked like the Stephanie he remembered. She tugged at his wrist and motioned at the wine on the counter island before trying to get him towards her couch, well-loved but still comfortable. The pat on her shoulder was unfamiliar, awkward, something that jolted her back to years before when they first teamed up to take down some scientists making a bad, bad concoction.]
LSD? [Fuck. Her mind flitted, but then she tried to bring herself down. She wanted to focus on the man in front of her right now.] Talk to me. Tell me. About you, about her. I can tell you about me. About him. [She wanted to reach to touch his face, to kiss him because he looked so much like Eddie. Fuck it, he was Eddie. She was sure, she was sorely sure that underneath the different memories was the same man. Maybe a little less edged. But still, the same circuits and green and love that made him up always.]