[ the touch is what sparks something in eddie that narrows in on chrissy completely, that makes it not about her being here but about her. he's not expecting the poke to the chest, looks at her hand and then at her with a brow raised and head tilted.
she gives him space and then he steps closer, drawn in. ] There's another--- [ and then she drops some bombs on him, pulls out the rug and eddie stares before--- before. okay. if that's what this is, if this is a world that can fix shit then this is better than home.
there's nothing that'll fix anything that's going on back home, nothing will bring chrissy back or ensure he's not fucked royally. ] Chrissy, I'm-- I'm literally thinking about biting you and that shouldn't fucking make sense.
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she gives him space and then he steps closer, drawn in. ] There's another--- [ and then she drops some bombs on him, pulls out the rug and eddie stares before--- before. okay. if that's what this is, if this is a world that can fix shit then this is better than home.
there's nothing that'll fix anything that's going on back home, nothing will bring chrissy back or ensure he's not fucked royally. ] Chrissy, I'm-- I'm literally thinking about biting you and that shouldn't fucking make sense.