Re: At the Spooky House: Muerte / Eddie
Quick fixes were easy, and she had begun to see why they were so sought after. With everything else so complicated in life, it was so tempting to go for the quick fix. She assumed, in the back of her mind, it was one of the reasons she wanted to shift over, to ignore everything else for the moment, and press a kiss to Eddie's mouth. Quick fix, ignoring everything else going on. But not really solving anything. (Though, she couldn't quite help if her gaze dipped for just a moment as he was talking.) Instead, she just squeezed his hand a little more as she pulled her eyes back to his.
His suggestion of teaching something made her go thoughtful, and after a few seconds she nodded. She tried not to do anything that would sway him one way or the other, wanting him to make his own choice. But she finally smiled again, just a little bit. "Kids or adults?"
The shake of his head and the back-pedal that followed lifted a corner of her mouth. She knew that the initial response was automatic, and it was the one she'd expected. It was the one she wanted to get past, so he'd understand. The nod earned one of her own in return. "I'm sure it is. And you're a genius and I'm..." She gave a shrug, her smile gone wry. "...me. Between the two of us we should be able to figure it out." Her own dry attempt at hope nearly matched his own.
Her heart (or whatever had taken up residence where a heart should be - would be) gave a strange little twist at Eddie's next words. Not a bad twist, more a recognition of a man from New Jersey. He was more the him she remembered in those few moments, and she was a little angry at herself for not seeing that change before. It tasted of home (even though she was never meant to have a home, existing in one place for so long tied her to it), even that sigh at the end. And though it was possibly the wrong thing to do, the wrong thing to say, she leaned over and pressed a kiss at the very corner of his mouth. Too long to be a peck, a little lingering pressure, and then a whisper. "I missed you..." Maybe a non sequitur to the conversation, but it was what she was feeling most, a pressure in her throat of things unsaid.