Re: Quicklog: Muerte & Eddie
[He put two of the cherries in his mouth and popped them off the stems with his teeth. He was immediately satisfied, both by the sugar and his rush of words. Everything he felt couldn't be said, but the situation had been described and well that was enough.] I don't like being around her. I'm not all that curious about who she is anymore. I don't feel safe. Rational thought and logic can't compete with that. Neither of us are right, neither are wrong. We're just not connected like we used to be.
[Eddie leaned back in the booth and looked at her.] I'm a different man now. I am. I spent six years of my life hoping for a white picket fence and a family to call my own. I spent a year researching how to be a good father and trying to make that dream a reality. Now? Now, I've given up. We think things in Gotham change, but they never really fucking do.