quicklog: eddie/muerte
[It was good to see Eddie. He made this reality seem just a bit more solid than it had for the past moments. Just a bit. The rest of everything was still set on its ear from the night's events, and the smile they gave in return was fragile, even at being called "handsome". The fragility was a strange look on scruffy face.
Slipping inside was easy, and the door closed silently other than the snick of lock catching. They watched Eddie move around the space cleaning for a while, tracking his movements. But between one breath and the next, the space between them shrunk, close enough to feel the warmth of each other.]
It wasn't just a dark side. [Their voice was low, so soft and aching a little.]