Holly didn't need prizes or trinkets or tokens. This? This Eddie + her, this Jersey + her wasn't gifts and tokens or substance, it was consequential. It was marrow in bones and the feeling of knowing who to call at three am. Eddie? Was a three am dial if he had to be, and that was way more than jewel-bright candy and a gamer's paradise of bitty things to win. She slid in beside him and she lifted herself with very little effort to sit smack on the glass counter, gamer-gate be damned. She was swung fishnet legs and scarlet sneakers and if the gamers paid more attention to what was in the cabinet than the girl sat on it? They deserved to pay attention.
"You want to be more to people," Holly shrugged. The feeling kind of made sense? It was more an Eddie + Jersey type of feeling, Holly? Holly just wanted to feel like Holly, no additional shit, no layers, no nothing required. There was a veneer here, like there was a veneer everywhere, cherry-colored gloss and a don't-care-won't-care candy-coated shell and it was partly counting on the fact Eddie didn't want the center right now when he had his own crap to deal with.
"You don't think you're enough, or you want more? Because there's a difference, and I'm pretty sure the first one is measured in other people."