Re: Eddie/Muerte
I'm used to everything being so funhouse mirrors I don't know what the gravitational pull is supposed to be. Nothing really surprises me anymore. Giant robots could fall out of the sky and I'd call it Tuesday. Superboy could punch a hole in time and that'd be a typical Friday night. [He turns to look at her. Good arm slowly hung around the back of the couch so he can gently turn his upperbody towards her. There seems to be a sliver of pain in each movement, but he's used to it by now.] I don't know how I can help you. I don't play with the Pit anymore on principle. I also don't plan on leaving you alone.