Re: marvel: eddie/muerte
[Even the slightest relaxation in his shoulders helped her to relax a little more too, and she very suddenly wished that she could simply take them somewhere with a thought. When she focused on it, checking back in with herself after being so upset, her limbs felt heavy with exhaustion. The thought of a walk, even a short one back to the hotel where they still had a room, seemed daunting. But she knew that at the end of it was a place to rest, and that sounded very good.
And the 'condition' for hand holding? She laughed, something at least a little freer than before.] It's funny how you think there was even a question about hand holding. [She leaned in to press a kiss against his cheek, so soft and a little bit lingering, and then she was moving away, slowly extricating herself from how she'd tucked herself around him. It took more energy than she expected, and by the time she was finally standing, braced against the wall again, all she wanted to do was sit back down. But she stayed on her feet and smiled down at Eddie, holding out her hand with a tired smile.] Come on, Mister Baseball. [She didn't think her body had enough energy left to even blush, but she felt the warmth of the color on her cheeks.] Enough of your compliments.