Re: Muerte / Eddie
[She's not quite to the door when he opens it, not used to the way she can move again. It happens in stutters, an extra step of ground covered like a faulty, blinking film. She catches bits and pieces of what he's said, especially when she gets closer, her awareness of him tuning in like an old radio. It's been so long since she felt him like this, and it makes her stomach swoop again unsteadily, and then she's there. In front of the door, back to that thousand-millenium stare, like she's trying to see into every cell of him to make certain he's alright. What she's feeling and what she is (still Endless, even if it's imperfect in the hotel) batter against each other until she's not quite certain which way is up. But seeing him (PJ's, stubble, anxiety) only proves to her that whichever way the Powers That Be toss her, it doesn't change the way she feels about him. At least it hasn't yet.] I was never going to be the first to say it... [She sounds the same, maybe a little breathless, and soft.
She takes a deeper breath, one she doesn't need, and her eyebrows inch up. Hopeful.] Say it again?