Re: The Apartment: Eddie/Muerte
[Maybe she should have been numb to the strange by this point, but...] I'm still in worry mode. [It was said with the tiniest shrug, forgotten altogether when Eddie moved forward. Her eyes stayed sharp though, and she shook her head. Nothing happened?] Lies. [She wasn't not going to call him on that. She didn't think it was just stress about Gotham, either. That had been a worry for too long for the sleepwalking to have only just started. Or returned.
The tug was familiar though, and she went easily, stepping close and wrapping both her arms around his waist. So rarely were their hugs anything less than full and tight. It was almost a cling, and closer she could smell more of that... something. She turned her face toward his neck, burying her nose in the skin just above his collar and breathing in again. Eyes closed, she tried to place it, came back with only a flicker of memory of an abandoned church and... green mice? And then the thought was gone again.] Tell me? [It was a whisper, lips against his shirt's collar and breath warm in the fabric.]