Eddie Kaspbrak (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} germhater) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} dunwichgame, |
"Fuck." The crying was getting worse and nothing Eddie was doing was right. "Because you wanted to go back to Pickman. You said please like five times." He wrapped one arm around her, about to pull her into a hug. Remembering how she shook off his touch before, he patted her back instead and moved his arm away. "I didn't want you doing dangerous things alone." He gestured to the swan boats. "The boats are perfectly safe. It can hold two people easily, so my weight's not gonna fucking sink it. There's a seat belt, so I'm not gonna fall out. It floats along smoothly, I'm not gonna fucking capsize either. It's not fair to compare that to you trying to get yourself killed."
"I care about you too." Eddie said, looking away. Outside of the Losers, that love word was scary as hell. His mom 'loved' him, and Myra too. And now Mercy was saying it for the first time in an argument, to manipulate him. "I told you what's happening to me." he insisted. "I found something that makes me feel happy. Something that makes me forget for a damn moment that everyone I care about is in constant fucking danger. Something that lets me get a break from knowing.." Knowing that he had to die to save Richie, the Losers, and the children of Derry. Knowing that he might die before that, because the well house was in Dunwich. He looked back at her. "Knowing how unsafe the world, especially Dunwich, is." It was hard to worry all the time. The boats made all of that go away and all he wanted was to get back on one. "I'm willing to give all that up and go home with you. That's how much I care about you."