Re: quicklog: eddie/muerte
[They could feel every bit that Eddie relaxed. It was hard to miss with how closely they were sitting. It was maybe a strange position for the two of them, not a way of sitting that would likely happen if they were her. But in the moment, it made every bit of sense to have Eddie there, like that, and to wrap long arms around him. It was a little perfect, in fact.
Eddie shifted and they looked at him, eyes pale and with new bruises of worry beneath. Like they'd aged even since walking through the door. And then a shake of head.] I think you're the lucky one. This is... [Finding the words was still difficult.] I don't like the way it feels. I don't know what's me and what's not.