Re: marvel: eddie/muerte
[He felt her wince at the same time his fingers found rips in her shirt. A small noise escaped his throat and he turned to look at her.] Muerte. [Eddie was careful not to hold her too tightly and when he looked down at the hand he reached for and found dirt and cuts, he shook his head.] Are you..? [He held her fingers up and tried to see how bad it was, but the amber city lights weren't bright enough. The only solution was to kiss her hand gently, pressing her palm to his lips as he looked up at her.] See? Being human means having all these terrible scrapes and ruined clothes. Though, honestly, I think I'll like the shirt more ripped up. Get to see more skin. [An eyebrow waggle? Just maybe.
Eddie listened to her speak and then gently brought her hand down to rest between them again.] I was trying very hard to keep- [He let go of her hand and pressed his fingers where his heart was. His fingertips pushed, like he was trying to keep his heart in his ribcage.] from looking too happy. I told you I wasn't going to push you and I know me being gung-hoe about being with you would sway you. Or make you feel guilty. Does that make sense? It sounds goddamned crazy saying it out loud, actually.