Re: quicklog: eddie/muerte
[There had been too many years of not being able to touch Eddie - whether because it would harm him or just because they were too far apart for it to be possible. To have the ability and the invitation to do it now was too great to resist, especially when the invitation was Eddie crawling over into their long-legged lap. He was warm in their arms, heat that was easily felt through cotton shirt, especially when palm was pressed flat to his back.
They kept forehead resting against Eddie's as they listened to the warmth of his chuckle and the words that followed.] Is that ambivalence? It's just the way it's always been. [The hand they had pressed to Eddie's back shifted a bit, fingertips pressing but not in the dangerous way from moments earlier. Just enough to feel.] The need for that is... it feels different than whatever it was last night.