Re: The Apartment: Eddie/Muerte
[Shoes were off and he leaned his elbows on his knees, dipping his head down so he could hold it between his two hands. Fingers going through his now messed hair. He wanted to be angry too, he wanted to yell, but there wasn't really anything to be mad about. If they fought, it was never for a good reason. It was misunderstanding, it was wires crossing at the wrong point. And that was more prevalent in his mind than taking his frustration out on her. Still, he couldn't help but think she didn't trust him with the powers. She likely didn't trust anyone with the abilities he had.]
Look. I can get rid of the powers if you don't trust me with them. I get it. They're complex and scary. I can control spirits. I can raise the dead. That's freaky. I understand. [He looked up at her.] I'll find a way to get rid of it. And then things can go back to normal.