Re: The Apartment: Eddie/Muerte
[His mind went static as she pressed closer and he resisted the urge to insist on comforting her through touch instead of the other way around. He wasn't used to this, wasn't used to being taken care of and luckily he had the good sense to simply enjoy it.] I talked to him you know. [Eddie said after a moment of simply enjoying her fingers pushing against tight muscle.] He said you were right. That he doesn't hate me. And, I admitted it's me who has a problem with destiny. The actual concept, anyhow. [The riddled man shrugged oh so slightly.] Then he told me that he was going to come visit the shop once we open next month. See, I can be pleasant.