Re: log: cat/eddie at the carnival
The comment about home made him smirk. All charm and city slicker like he had just finished a profitable backroom deal. "I decided to let the old mingle with the new." Eddie had tried running from home and that didn't work. He tried going back and that wasn't successful either. So, letting them patchwork was the best he could do for now. And, it felt good, but maybe that was a side effect of having his brain back.
Eddie wasn't much of a burn-it-all sort of man either. Even in his most roguish days, he prefered mayhem and games to destruction. But, now he was imagining taking his lighter to an ice sculpture and it felt pretty great. He was getting good at hiding it, but there had been two women who had left him this year and while it was likely good to finally stitch up those wounds, it still hurt. Burning things could help. He spotted one of the flowers inching towards his carnival and bent down, flipped the two-toned lighter open and scorched the damn thing.
"I researched him as well since he came across as a bit rapey." Forget creepy, let's call a spade a spade. Eddie threw a dark glance up to Cat because those kinds of rogues didn't get far with either of them. Oh, he liked crazy and he even forgave bad behavior when Cat couldn't, but the both of them had a hard line against sexual assault or harassment in any form. Eddie had seen what it did to Stephanie and just thinking about it made him happily toast another flower. "That said, Sasha can take care of herself. Or, well, she used to. The way she's talking lately and the emotional turbulence she's been through lately makes me think the flowers were only the little push she needed."
He stood up and flipped the lighter closed, admiring it for a second and missing Harv at the same time. "So, if this was actually serum your doctor put in me- how much of that booze is it going to take to get blitzed?"