Re: Muerte / Eddie
[Eddie for once didn't concern himself with whether or not what she was experiencing felt good or bad. If it was his fault or not. If he needed to do something different. All of that worrying was selfish even if it seemed pointed at her. It was about what he was doing instead of simply comforting her. No, Eddie understood he just needed to be there. And, this was strangely familiar in a way he couldn't quite place.] It's okay. [His arms around her body and across her back were firm, holding her up if her legs buckled.]