Re: log: eddie/steph -- apartment above the arcade
"Why are you doing this?" He could see the twitch of her fist as she pressed herself against the front door, her blonde curls catching the peephole. When she tried to step away, she groaned a high noise and turned around to loosen her hair. A string of curses slipped out, and when she finally set herself free, she huffed and flopped her arms. "Eddie, please. Please." Water from frustration welled in her eyes, and she bit down on her lip to smother a weak sound from her.
"What if I'm scared of losing everyone? What if I'm scared of losing you again?" She stomped towards the counter. "I don't know what to do, but all I want is you. I don't want to lose you again, Eddie. I fucking can't." Finally, she hiccuped out a tear and chewed on her cheek as she looked away. "I'm doing all I can not to push people away now, and in the process I'm just being a dick." Another hiccup. "Aren't I?" Her hand briefly ran over her belly as if acknowledging for the first time that there might be something going on there. "I'm sorry. You know I never want to hurt people, especially you. You know that."
She looked at him with mouth open, a huffy gasp escaping her lips. Her cheeks still streaked with wet, hot tears. "There are no other options for me, so why would you even ask, Eddie? Why would you ask unless you needed something else, too?" In all her empathy and love for others, sometimes Stephanie didn't quite get it. But, she felt vindicated in her words, in the idea of him brining up something like this for other motives. She hiccuped again, tears streaming more freely. "I love you so much, Eddie, and I don't want to lose you. I'm sorry. I just...I wanted a friend. A friend that's on my side. And maybe that's completely selfish of me, and I'm so sorry."