Re: Crane's Office: eddie/muerte
[She went quiet, the squint fading into something soft and fond, and she unfolded her legs to slide off the desk. It was a little clumsy, but it was actual movement, not simply appearing in front of him, but walking over.] Eddie... [She lifted his fingers off the creamer basket, linking them with her own.] Missing me isn't an excuse to sleep in a place where there's something just waiting for opportunities to cause trouble.