Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye (flame_queen) wrote in elsewhere_rpg, @ 2017-10-12 19:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | fullmetal alchemist: riza mustang, red vs blue: york, tags for admin: year 01 |
Thread - Ed/Riza/York
Who: Edward Elric, Lieutenant Hawkeye & York
What: Riza tries to comfort Ed. Then Ed finds York.
When: Oct. 9th, 10th, and 11th
Where: Elsewhere, on a bench, in town.
Rating: PG-13
Status: Log - Complete
Broken. Marco had described Ed as ‘broken’. When Riza found him, the young Alchemist was sitting sullen and silent on a bench inside town. At least it was in a shady area, but it was out in the open and the woman hadn’t said a word before sitting down and folding her hands in her lap. They were close enough they would touch if either leaned towards one another. She sat there in silence for several long minutes before she finally lifted away a hand, and wrapped that arm around his shoulders, tugging him in against her. She had to look silly, dressed in her uniform pants and boots, but with a blank, turtle-neck, short-sleeved shirt instead of her uniform jacket. Her guns were (mostly) exposed, which almost never happened. One beneath each arm, and one at the small of her back. The one in her boot remained hidden. “I’m sure everyone’s alright.” Al. Roy. York. Everyone left behind. But she couldn’t bring herself to elaborate. She wasn’t sure she believed it herself. --- The small town Ed had located honestly reminded him a little of his home town, but to Ed that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. He’d left that town behind for a reason and didn’t intend to look back, but now that reason was looking in on him. People die, be an adult they’d said. Maybe he didn’t understand how after all. He hadn’t wanted anyone to find him if they found him-good on them. If not he was more than fine with being on his own. That was a lie. He felt empty inside, like something had been stolen from him and he hated it. He hated everyone for it even if it was no one’s fault but his own for daring to let people in. He should have known better. He reached the bottom and there was nothing there, no tears or words and he wondered if maybe he was broken. Al said he cried and emotions were good, why couldn’t he cry? York was dead. Or there was a possibility that York was dead and Ed hadn’t gotten a chance to tell him how he actually felt about him. He’d been afraid to before and now he might not have a chance. It was an empty feeling. His blank expression didn’t change, but he did look up when Riza pulled him in. It was probably hours before anything was said again. But he didn’t fight her nor did he tell her off. He was too confused and angry to try. “I’m not an adult.” Everyone kept saying to act like one, so maybe he wasn’t one. Maybe he really didn’t understand it. -- “No one ever asked you to be one.” The Lieutenant reassured him, but said no more. She just kept her arm around him. She let the silence fill the space again, there was no real reason to talk. Not right now. Riza hoped that he would talk to her eventually, that he might open up.. She could wait as long as necessary. She waited, in fact, until the sun had gone down and it started to get cold. Quite cold, in fact. With the sun gone, it would reach fifty in the evenings, even the low forties in the middle of the night. When it got to be winter, it might even form ice before the snow began. “We need to go inside, Edward.” The words finally made it from her lips once she realized Ed’s skin was chilled. If she was cold, she knew that he had to be. They couldn’t sit out here all night like this, they had a hotel room, sharing it with Harry and two others. There wasn’t much room, but it was temporary and it was inside-- and surely warm. “It’s cold.” And it wasn’t good for his automail. --- If he wasn’t an adult, what did that make him to York? Would York see him as anything? ….Why did he care so much? Why did York’s opinion of him matter so much more than anyone else's? He worried about Al sure, but even if Alphonse had gone home he was alive. He had Roy and Riza there. Did York go home and die? Did that asshole actually leave him when he said he wouldn’t? Did he die alone? Was it painful or easy? So many miserable questions in his head. He wouldn’t have let York die alone. Hell he wouldn’t have let him die at all if he’d been there. He’d do anything to bring him back. Even have thoughts of trying to open the Gate again and force him back. Maybe somewhere on the other side he could find York and Al’s body. Ed was cold, but he was cold inside and out. He couldn’t really feel a difference physically, only mentally he felt heavier than normal. A simple shake of his head to the request as he found moving to be difficult anyway. He hadn’t even realized the sun had gone down, everything just looked the same like York had taken his intrigue with him wherever he was. “You go.” He managed to sit up stiffly. That little bench was a good place to see anyone coming. Inside some crowded place was not. --- “We’re going inside, Edward.” She said more quietly, finally removing her arm to push herself up to her feet. Reaching down, the sniper took hold of Ed’s flesh hand and tugged. Hopefully, he would just let himself be tugged around. She didn’t want him sleeping outside. “We’ll open the window. You can watch outside.” So that he could see if someone came walking down that main road. So he could see if Al came down it. So he could run out if his brother came down that road. So he could hold the boy in his arms again. Riza hoped he’d show up. Ed had gotten so much better since Al had come around. Though.. His golden eyes lit up in a very significant way when York was around. The Lieutenant wasn’t entirely sure what upset the Alchemist more... missing Ed, or missing the tall Spartan. “And if you fall asleep, I’ll keep watch.” Her solemn promise. --- So many questions unanswered and yet Ed couldn’t even cry. Reaching down deep there was just this empty feeling there. Uncertain fear. Tex said ridiculous things, he knew that-but he couldn’t separate her ridiculous things from truth just then and it made him feel sick inside. If she was joking it was one he didn’t appreciate, but she apologized like it was real? Ed didn’t know what to think but he had many thoughts. All of them bad and leading to worse ones. Suddenly Riza was pulling at his hand, but Ed didn’t want to go. He continued to sit there watching over the shadowed land a little longer. His dead weight was like trying to lift an iron anchor. You were sooner to hurt yourself than lift him. It was like Ed had taken ten steps back with their absence. Teetering on the edge of total isolation and emotional shut down without them. Without knowing what had happened. The thought of losing both of them was too much. Chances were if they did lose both, if neither returned they would also lose Ed. He’d finally decided to let them in a little. Try to trust as Al had asked of him once a while back. He even found a few worries for Roy. With Riza here, who was doing for him what they did for Ed? The blonde was barely responsive. “Not tired. Won’t sleep.” York was the one who kept his nightmares at bay. Finally he allowed her to pull him up but he really didn’t want to see a bunch of people in a small room. --- With Ed on his feet, Riza was able to pull him in against her and wrap her arms around him. He was just short enough that she could rest her chin atop his head if she lifted it. So she did, tucking the young man-- the boy-- in against her neck and holding him there. She didn’t need to speak. He didn’t need to speak. The Lieutenant would just stand like this for a while, Roy Mustang’s charge curled in her arms and kept near. In Mustang’s absence, she’d take care of him. It might have been a different sort of care, but it was care. Edward Elric was a student to Roy, a brilliant student. To Riza, Ed and Al were the children she wouldn’t ever get to have. They were the closest thing she’d ever get. It was good enough. They were brilliant, and though neither of them thought of her like that, it didn’t matter. She’d still care for them as if they were her own, when they needed her. And Ed needed her. “Would you prefer a private room?” They didn’t have the money for it.. But Riza was pretty sure where she could go to make a quick twenty dollars. It wouldn’t even take much effort on her part. --- Still no tears in spite of Riza’s comfort. It was ironic. Alphonse couldn’t cry but wanted to, Ed was perfectly capable but rarely did. When their mother had died, with the news of York dying, with Al gone-Ed still didn’t cry. He felt awful for it. People cried. It’s what they did when sad things happened, and yet he felt like some kind of monster for being unable. His flesh hand however did come up to the corner of her jacket to hold onto it a little pathetically as he let his eyes close there. “We don’t have money for that. Unless they take worthless credits” Which he doubted looking at the little backwards village after a moment of leaning on her. He was getting exhausted, more so than he wanted to admit to being but it was likely showing in the color of his face. A bit paler than usual. Add onto that the frigid chill of automail and one could assume he was highly physically uncomfortable-but he didn’t complain. He rarely did when it came to his own physical comfort. He just endured. His little brother could endure being in a suit of armor, he could endure automail. --- “You let me take care of it.” Riza insisted with a turn of her head, pressing her cheek against his crown. “We’ll come right back here in the morning.” And resume the watch for Al and their friends. “Come on, Edward.” The Lieutenant was pulling away just enough to still keep an arm around Ed, but give them the room they needed to walk. If able, she’d get him all the way to the inn, leaving him at a table and going to speak momentarily with the Innkeeper, who glanced past her at Ed, but after a few seconds, reluctantly handed over a set of keys and Riza nodded once and returned to the blonde boy. “I got a front room with a window. If you want to lay down for a bit.” She held up the keys in front of him. It would be Ed’s choice-- she hoped. It was more likely he wouldn’t try to run off if he made the choice to go into the room himself, instead of her forcing him. She really hoped Al showed up soon. He could fix this, surely. Al could make Ed better. Riza had no idea what she was doing. She and Roy were entirely ill equipped to deal with these sorts of things -- but Hawkeye was far better than the General. --- Ed wasn’t ready to be in a room full of people and concerned eyes. He knew he’d messed up after that stupid post, but hadn’t figured out how to delete it before it was too late. Now surely if he went into that room with all those people there waiting to see what’d happened with him, they’d have attention on him. The last thing he wanted was attention on him. He hadn’t even wanted Riza to find him, but of course she did. He could probably have gone anywhere and she’d eventually have found him. Determined woman He watched the guy hand over the keys and raised an eyebrow as Riza walked back toward him, guns showing and all. “How did you…?” He didn’t seem to understand women could get whatever they wanted with very little effort. He shook his head a bit to the question of laying down, if York and Al weren’t there-nightmares would follow. Ed really wasn’t in the mood for them. The blonde would stay awake even if it physically hurt-and at this point it had. He took the key and followed it to it’s number, opening the door and letting them in. In the cold, his automail had gotten a bit stiff-but he said nothing. He just looked around the room for a good vantage point. The window was tall, but he was determined. He would stand there on his toes all night as long as he was able if he had to. Ed always acted like he didn’t care, but maybe it was directly the opposite. He cared too much. --- While he stood at the window, Riza closed and locked the door behind them, then slowly sat down on the bed and just watched him. She’d allow him to remain balanced there for a few moments before she stood again and came forward, wrapping the thick blanket from the bed around his shoulders, then resting both hands there. “Edward, please lay down and try to get some rest. I’ll keep watch for a little bit.” She was concerned he was going to pass out. He hadn’t eaten. He hadn’t had anything to drink. He just sat there on that bench and stared. It wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t safe. And no way was Hawkeye going to let something happen to Ed, and be responsible for it when the General and Al showed up. Slowly releasing his shoulders, she slipped her arms around them instead and pressed her chest against his back, her cheek finding the side of his head and resting there. The sniper didn’t know what to say. She wanted to offer words of encouragement, or consolation, or even some sort of.. Reassurance. But there was nothing. She had nothing. All she could do was stand there and hold onto him. --- No one would use the words ‘healthy’ to describe Edward Elric then. He’d reached down to the emotional bottom and couldn’t find anything but emptiness and a stubborn will to stay right where he was. He had to use his arms to prop himself upward to see out, but that wasn’t going to prevent him from doing so. Nothing was until Hawkeye shifted toward him with that blanket that surprised him a little from his almost catatonic state. He’d barely said two words since they got that room, Ed wasn’t interested in talking. Everything ached too much for that, even his heart. He didn’t know what to say either for a long time as Riza held onto him, that was enough. She could feel him step down flat footed finally onto the ground, but he didn’t move just yet. His head lowered and his eyes covered by rampant blonde bangs suggested the potential of tears, but yet none happened. Only grief and worry. “Why aren’t they here yet?” Was Tex actually right about York dying? His hand gripped into a shaky fist. --- “I can't answer that.” At least she wasn't full of false promises and sunshine. She wouldn't lie to him, she didn't want to give him false hope. That wasn't what Riza Hawkeye did. She just tightened her arms around him and dipped her head a little more so her cheek touched his. It was the same way she dealt with Roy when he had these little episodes. “But if you need someone, I'm here.” She couldn't be what York or Al were to Ed, but she could be something. And something was better than nothing. “Maybe you'll let me cook for your birthday?” Of course she knew. Roy didn't, Riza had to remind him.. But the General’s assistant knew. Of course she did. She knew everything going on around Roy. She knew he didn't like celebrating his Birthday, but maybe it would at least be a distraction. ---- Ed actually appreciated that about Riza. She didn’t pretend to have answers when there were none just to placate him because he was a child in most people’s eyes. Even in his own right now he felt like a child more than ever. He should be more worried about their situation, but he just wasn’t. He was worried about everyone else instead. This sort of place Ed felt like was something he could handle. Maybe Marco had a point, it was better than being left alone on that bench to drown in self loathing in spite of his brain lying to him trying to tell him that was the better option. Stupid brains. “My..oh. I almost forgot about that.” He made a face at the reminder. He didn’t think his birthday was anything worth celebrating, but Riza’s cooking might be worth putting up with it for..he glanced up at her with a small shrug. “You don’t need to go out of your way for me.” He wave a hand. While he would never ask, it was probably a thing he actually did want. He just didn’t know how to say so. Instead he leaned into the touch like some kind of depressed cat. He’d spent so much time touching York these days he was starting to get used to it. He didn’t fight human contact nearly as much as he had at the start of this misadventure. --- The blonde would hold him closely for a few long moments before finally letting him go. “I would enjoy making you dinner, Edward.” With that, she stepped back and headed for the single chair in the room, so she could settle in. Ed, of course, could lay on the bed if he wanted. She hoped he would. He needed the rest. The evening would be slow, the next morning even slower, the two of them sitting on that bench outside. And so it would go for the next day and a half until Ed’s birthday finally came around and he got an unexpected present in the form of a message from York. Alive. Well (did back pain count?). And in a fantastic mood. He said he was on the way to come and find Ed.. that the young Alchemist should stay put. But, really, did Ed want to stay put and wait for the huge Spartan to come and find him? After all, York was talking about finding Cas, first, and that would just make Ed wait even longer. Even Riza nudged at the blonde Alchemist once. “Go meet him.” She wasn’t worried about Ed getting hurt, he could take care of himself. And he should go meet his friend. He should, in fact, run to meet his friend. Riza wanted that for him so desperately. She wanted Ed to find someone he loved enough to run to meet them. --- Part of him felt stupid for wanting human contact, he blamed York and his damn persistence. He highly doubted it would be the same if a stranger tried it, but he’d known Riza for a long time. At least of her. This was the first time he’d spent this much time with her, but he liked her. She was kind, and could put up with Roy and remain kind. That took a special sort of skill to begin with. He didn’t know how she did it, but her presence was a calming one, and calm he needed. “I’d like that.” His birthday’s had all gone horribly wrong, Ed was still bracing for something to happen on this one too if he was completely honest. Ed didn’t sleep much during the night, but he did at least trust Riza enough to let himself lie down for a bit. He got maybe an hours worth of sleep thanks to all kinds of anxiety running around his head. Where the hell were York, Al, and Roy? What sort of state would they be in if they did show up? Mustang was unreasonable at the best of times when his people were concerned. Ed wasn’t aware he counted as Roy’s people or not, but Riza did. And she was there with him. Come morning and York had finally shown up, Ed was staring at the screen of the tablet looking severely annoyed by his deflecting tactics and worried all at the same time. What wasn’t York telling him? Why would he want Cas? He chewed at the inside of his cheek when Riza nudged him and he glanced up at her. “He wants me to stay..” Ed didn’t want to stay. When the hell did he listen to York so much? He didn’t like how those words sounded as he said them and he threw the tablet down on the bed in frustration when she came near. He was uncertain it was such a great idea, but the only thing he wanted was to see York. “Fucking Giant thinks he can tell me what to do..” The short alchemist stood, heading for the door with a tunnel vision mission to find York. --- The Spartan had all but given Ed his location, he’d said how far away he was, what direction he was in, and what direction he was headed. He’d be easy to find-- he was, after all, a giant. So after about ten minutes of walking, the Alchemist would be able to hear the sound of movement, and eventually, the blonde man would come into his line of sight. He was in a dark duster (surely Ed would recognize it as being Harry’s duster) and a black t-shirt, finished off with jeans and boots. He looked surprisingly normal. He was walking slower than normal, though, and when he saw Ed, he slowed up even more.. But then broke into a grin and picked up his pace. “Ed!” He called across the hundred feet of space separating them. Like Hell he was going to wait any longer to get his arms around the eldest Elric. Harry would surely be upset about the state of his duster.. But it wasn’t like York had been able to help it. --- Ed was annoyed by York’s evasive comments. He knew distractions when he saw them, but he was also pretty damn exhausted himself so he wasn’t immune to falling for them. Still he couldn’t shake the worry that something was wrong, and it made every muscle in his stomach clench at the thought of York being hurt. Who the hell would hurt him?...Well..Tex. But aside from that woman, who would try to hurt York? ...Whoever it was Ed was prepared to beat them within an inch of their life if the bad feelings became a reality. He didn’t really know where to go, but he figured York wouldn’t be impossible to find if he was that close so at first Ed walked but then it picked up into a run. Where was he? A noise caught his attention. At first all he saw was Harry’s duster and he raised an eyebrow. Why was York wearing that? Had he been with Harry when he was injured? The short alchemist paused as if bracing for the worst. Finally he ran forward again, having to take many more steps than York to get there-but eventually he made it. There was only a moment of hesitation as he launched forward toward him and hugged the man. Not even thinking about the fact that he said he needed Cas. Not realizing just how ridiculous he probably looked clinging onto the giant. He didn’t say anything, he couldn’t come up with words for how relieved he was. -- York let out a rush of breath as he was hugged, but he returned it just as enthusiastically, wrapping his arms around the young man and actually lifting him right off the ground in a hug. “I missed you so much.” Ed was lost for words, but York sure wasn’t. He could start a conversation with a brick wall, this Spartan. It was such an unusual trait. Only North and Wash came close to being able to speak so easily. Most Spartans were more like Tex, only less mean and more.. Stoic. “I’m so glad you’re alright.” Harry’s jacket protected the young Alchemist from getting blood all over himself, York only wished he’d been lucky enough to have the duster protect him from that monster he’d nearly landed on when he’d arrived. It hadn’t been very happy, the soldier couldn’t really blame it. If a three hundred pound man landed on him, he’d be pretty upset, too. Finally letting Ed put his feet back on the ground, York ruffled up his bangs. “Come on. Show me where you’re staying.” He wasn’t interested in letting Ed know anything was wrong. His back hurt, that was enough. Cas could take care of it when they found him. --- He’d been fully prepared for the day to suck. It was his birthday after all, what was that day without a little sucking? And yet-there was York. Looking alive and cheerful even as Ed held onto him with seemingly no issue whatsoever until Ed remembered that York had wanted Cas as his feet were back down on the grass. “You need Cas don’t you?” He couldn’t tell anything was wrong, but his memory was good. Sorry York. You weren’t getting off that easy. “Maybe you should sit. I can call Cas” Ed offered, not really sure if sitting was good or bad for back problems. He wasn’t a doctor. He’d learned a new trick, but if York wasn’t visibly bleeding he wasn’t sure he could do anything about internal stuff without it being risky. The blonde made a face as his hair was messed up again and he had to take the time to fix it giving York an annoyed look for it. “I’ll wait with you.” Cas was fast. Usually, and if he wasn’t Ed was prepared to wait. He’d wait forever with York. --- “It can wait.” He wanted Cas. But he didn’t want Cas while Ed was around. Bending some, he pressed his lips to the blonde Alchemist’s temple and lingered there a moment before smiling and straightening again. Delta was sending little pulses of electricity to ensure he didn’t pass out. Thank goodness for Delta. “Come on. We can go find him, then you can talk to the Lieutenant about dinner.” His hand came down to snag that automail one and York gave a little tug, pulling Ed along. Blood dripped from the back of the coat, at the bottom, near his ankles, leaving a little trail on the ground. Harry would kill him if he ever found out. “And tell me what you’ve learned about this place so far.” Give him the rundown as seen by Edward Elric. It was a nice distraction. It was one they could both use. --- “Why?” Ed frowned. “If you’re hurt then it’s first.” He shook his head not really wanting to go anywhere. There was an odd sort of fluttery feeling as York bent down like that, and for a moment he was almost distracted enough to do whatever York wanted. That was weird. Ed didn’t know what to think about that simple gesture managing to scatter away his thoughts so easily. For once the shorter alchemist didn’t shy away from his hand being taken like that. He didn’t even blink over it potentially being embarrassing. He was just happy York was alive and with him again. “I should be punching you instead. But I guess I can wait until after Cas.” He quipped gently as he still didn’t dare to squeeze York’s hand, but he did let his own rest there comfortably. “...I can’t.” Ed said suddenly to the question about the things he learned. He stopped and stared down at the grass under his feet. --- “You can punch me later.” York assured with a chuckle, tugging on that hand again and getting them going. That was, until the prodigy Alchemist paused his steps and they were halted again. That blue eye looked over curiously only to find Ed staring down at the ground beneath his feet. York followed his gaze to see the dripping blood. His eye remained there a second, then slowly climbed back up his friend’s body, until he could meet golden eyes again. That automail hand was lifted and York lifted it to press Ed’s knuckles against his scruffy cheek. “I’m fine.” He assured. “I just need to see Cas, that’s all.” It was as simple as that. They would find Cas, Cas would fix him up, and things would be right as rain. “Soon.” But not right now. Not with Ed around. “Come on.” Encouraged again as he lowered that cool hand, but still kept it in his own. Like Hell he was giving it up. --- He’d seen that little bit of blood dripping from York. He was a little creepy that way. Feel flattered, he paid very close attention to the people he considered his. York was his, just like he was York’s. As York raised his hand Ed looked up in a panic. “How is that fine?” Eyes wide with concern and worry as he watched him so calmly touching his automail to his cheek. Ed couldn’t feel anything with that hand. Soft or hard, he just couldn’t and it was almost disappointing York had chosen that hand. “That’s not…” Ed found his voice threatening to break and he stopped talking. Why wouldn’t York just tell him something hurt? “You’re bleeding, that isn’t fine. I care about you, you dumbass.” Emotion threatened him and he hated it, but he felt like York was trying to treat him like a little kid and the whole idea suddenly just made him feel ridiculous. Tears weren’t helpful, frustrated or not. --- Letting out a breath that sounded suspiciously like a laugh, York nodded some. “Okay. I’m hurt. But Cas can fix me up and I’ll be fine. I didn’t want to scare you.” His free hand came out, catching Ed at the back of his neck and tugging him in against his body so he could wrap both arms around him again. “I’m a lot tougher than I look.” Which was saying a lot, because he looked like he could take on an army. After holding on for a few more minutes, York finally let Ed go again and used a finger to tip the blonde Alchemist’s chin up. “Take me into town. Maybe use some of your influence with the angel to come give me a hand, yeah?” Because he’d asked. But Castiel was busy with Carlos. “I’m excited about having dinner with you and the Lieutenant tonight.” His hand slipped into Ed’s again, but this time his fleshy one. “Is she a good cook?” --- “It scares me more when you don’t tell me things.” Ed responded as he was pulled in and let himself be, a small fist clenched against York’s stomach. He didn’t quite reach his chest. “I already lost you once.” He hated feeling so emotionally vulnerable. What was it about Harry and York that did that to him? “You’re not invincible though.” He liked to think York was, but apparently if he left he was dead according to Tex. Or wherever Tex was from, he was dead. Either way, dead. That terrified Ed to the point of not knowing how to respond. He wanted to be close to him all the time, but he also wanted to push him away so he didn’t get hurt if something did happen. Why were people so complicated? Fortunately Being pulled in like that had at least prevented tears, though his eyes were still red. He looked up reluctantly when he was nudged like that and nodded. Ed would help York however he could, even if he was too short to actually physically help him he would do what he could. He gave a small tentative smile and nodded as this time he felt York’s touch to his own and it was warm. “She bakes really well. She probably is.” He started to walk again, this time a little slower for York’s sake toward the town. With his flesh hand he was able to wrap his fingers within York’s. “Maybe it won’t be such a crappy birthday this time” --- It was too late, Ed. If something happened, you’d be hurt. You were already attached. There was no turning back now, so you might as well take the plunge. So as the two of them walked, York having claimed Ed’s hand for his own, he’d smile down at the young man. “It’s going to be a great birthday. I’m going to make sure of it. Anything you want, all day today, it’s yours. All you’ve got to do is say the word.” And York would more than gladly do whatever he needed to, to ensure that Edward got it. Of course, as they walked, the Spartan’s steps got slower, until he reluctantly came to a stop there, with the town in sight, just a hundred feet off. He gave that flesh hand a small squeeze, then a little tug to urge Ed to face him. Once Ed had focused those golden eyes onto that single blue, the Spartan knelt down, then sat back on his heels, which made him shorter than the Alchemist. Enjoy that view while you had it, Ed, it wouldn’t last forever. “I’m gonna need you to call Cas now, Ed.” He admitted with a tired looking smile. “And if he doesn’t come, I’m gonna need you to run into that town and find him.” Not ‘walk in’, not ‘head in’, not ‘go in’. Run in. “But I need you to stay calm.” Don’t freak out on him, Ed. He was calm, so Ed should be calm. He was going to be fine. |