Re: quicklog: eddie/muerte
[When Eddie didn't try to pull his foot away, Tod kept their hand there, still for a moment and then moving again, thumb pressing deep just behind the ball of Eddie's foot. A dig and rub, hunting out any tension there as a distraction from the words that kept spilling out in response to the questions.]
Maybe. I felt... greedy. And betrayed. [A pause, and then a nod. More certain.] Betrayed. Cheated. Like I was losing out on something that was mine. [There was no meeting of gazes, Tod's eyes angled down toward the floor. But voice shifting, rougher.] It was supposed to be mine. He'd been hurting things, and he was so open to it some of the time. It would've been so easy to-
[With a sharp inhale and clenching of teeth, eyes squeezed shut and grip going hard on Eddie's foot, the words stopped.]