Re: eddie/muerte quicklog
[Eddie appreciated Muerte asking him how he was. He felt alone sometimes, a thing that used to not bother him at all. He wondered if people assumed Eddie was just a well-oiled machine most of the time and problems never really occurred that often. His hand gripped the edge of the crib, almost for support and he smiled with a shake of his head.] Steph and I can't have kids. And, before you start. I know, I know. There's treatments and adoption and whatever the hell else. But, right now it feels like there's never going to be a solution.
[He looked old, just for a second. Long in the face with wrinkles around his eyes and that streak of grey at his temple. Eddie always tried to be so youthful, always beaming with energy. Lately, it was hard to keep that going.]
[Eddie walked back over to the window and leaned next to it with his arms crossed. He tilted his head to the side.] Selina's always on the brink, isn't she? [Rhetorical.] I'll keep it to myself, then. You should be allowed to find somewhere safe here. A place that makes you happy.