Re: Eddie's Kitchen: Muerte / Eddie
[She smiles in return at the carnival grin, but hers is smaller, hidden by the layered awareness of what she's doing wrong. It's somehow warm and sad at the same time.
It widens just a bit at his questioning, deeper at its corners where her fondness for him hides. It's an unspoken acknowledgement, but it's chased away again in the next moment as her smile fades and she shakes her head.] There's not enough room for it. With everything else.