Re: eddie/steph log: waffles
Eddie had the same waffle iron that he had bought specifically for her all those years ago. He had thought about throwing it out or blowing it up, but he never could convince himself to do so. Even if his ring was long gone, lost somewhere over the New Jersey harbor, the waffle iron remained. He stood there, newspaper turned to the cross words in one hand while the other was free to turn the bacon once and a while. He smiled at Matilda, who was basically a certified therapy dog at this point, and how she checked on Stephanie. Sniffed her hands as if she could tell her fortune by any lingering scents.
"I know this is a bit casual, but I promise I clean up nice." He waggled his eyebrows automatically and set the paper down after folding it twice over. Eddie walked over to her and Matilda and once Stephanie stood up, Eddie pulled her into a gentle hug. She was smaller in his arms, fragile and that brought back memories he wished he could erase for good. That was why they were going after Skull, right? To finally put all of this in the ground? Literally?.
He pulled back and looked at her with a half smile that was a little sad, a little worried for her and everyone around them, but he wasn't afraid. That was important. "I told the sheriff what happened to you. Just the basics. I don't think he's going to be in action until his lady friend gets her issues with the law sorted out, but it's good he knows anyway." Eddie smirked mischievously. "Guess how I made friends with the police?" He moved back over to the stove to take the bacon off and then check on the waffle iron. "I tried to turn myself in for blowing up a house. I was hoping he'd send me to that old fashioned crazy house on the edge of town. No such luck. People just don't believe I'm nuts anymore. It's not fair."