Re: eddie/steph log: waffles
Eddie gave a half smile, like a kid who was embarrassed his fell down on the playground before getting his own ass back up again, and squeezed her hand back to prove he was okay. "I'm glad it never got that far." He said seriously and gave her a look like she just had no idea how low he had sunk in this new town of Repose. Everything that could go wrong did and at the end of the day he had to teach himself to be on his own again. No relying on someone else, like he had for so long with Stephanie. Maybe things with Muerte would work eventually, but she didn't like to talk. She liked when Eddie was entertaining, when he was on, even if she never wanted to admit it. But, Eddie liked to talk. He could talk about his feelings until the sun went down and came back up again.
"It was good for me, honestly. Having to battle it out here and figure out who I am now. I tried everything from going bad to being protective over every living thing here and none of that worked. I'm just Eddie and it took being alone to figure that puzzle out."
That was the problem with Repose, the thing she'd figure out for herself eventually. It was a small town where everyone was alone with their problems save a lucky few. It wasn't like the city, where problems moved and fit and grinded up against each other. Here they had space to hurt, to fester, to become something unrecognizable. Eddie found himself there a few times, had to face it down without running or killing himself or going full blown rogue again. He still ached for someone to fill that hole his marriage ripped out of him, but it was a dull pain now instead of a sharp one he had to numb like Selina did with her drinking.
"Oh, we're definitely cursed. We've established this before. Our luck is so bad that the universe won't even do us the common decency to put us out of our misery for good. I've crossed the street without looking for a year and still no one wants to run me over." Dark humor was more common with Eddie when things were good. When he was really upset, he wouldn't even joke about that kind of thing. So, making light of being hit by a car was actually a good sign for the mercurial man.
"The waffles are good because I workshopped them before you came over. You know me, always a perfectionist." He waggled his eyebrows and took a bite of waffles. Yes, they were damned good and the authentic maple syrup brought them to a new level. "I've actually only been seriously hit by hallucinations once and it didn't tell me anything I don't already fear. Dying alone, angry and resentful. Big surprise right? I feel like my mind could have done so much better than that."
He took a couple more bites of waffle, picked up his coffee cup and sat back in his chair with a laugh. "I swear to fucking god, if I have to explain the voodoo thing one more time I'm going to scream." He didn't, though. "You thought your dad was bad? Sasha's sold her to a voodoo god. It's an arranged marriage."