Re: Muerte / Eddie
[He was right. She knew that he was right, and yet it was taking her too long to catch up to him to accept it.] I'm sorry... [It came quiet and with a shake of her head.] I wanted this to work and now I find it's more complicated than I'd expected, and it makes me feel a little dumb...
[She caught his aborted movement out of the corner of her eye, and looked up at him from her place on the floor. She saw that slight uncertainty to his expression and frowned, trying to wade through everything swamping her mind at the moment to figure out where it was born in his own thoughts. The realization was there, but slow in coming.] I wanted it to be right. For both of us. So we didn't have to worry about what that world wanted. [It wasn't 'I love you', but that's where her thoughts grew from.
And she suddenly didn't want to be alone on the floor any longer. A quick thought, meant to take her across the room again, didn't merit any result, and the expression on her face was briefly baffled when she remained where she was. Then it was a flicker of annoyance before she began to move, up onto hands and knees as she crawled to lessen that space between them. It was awkward and not at all tantalizing, and she finally sat again when she was only a few feet from his chair. That lasted only a second before she scooted that last distance and leaned against the chair itself.]