Re: Eddie's Kitchen: Muerte / Eddie
[Eddie looks up at her with his big, dark eyes. They're thoughtful and without the muddled pain of the man she knew before he left. He hears a tiny yes in her words, he can feel it when she laughs at him and some of that fear melts away. He taps her elbow with his finger tips lightly, trails them across her arm and tries to take a hold of her fingers.] There's a lot of things I don't know, Muerte. That doesn't mean I don't want to try and find the answers. [A small smile. Smart and curious.] Even if we can't find a door, maybe eventually we can figure something out here. [He shakes his head and looks back up at her.] Don't you at least want to try?