[ bad weed was more plausible than accused satanist and not-at-all-hero eddie munson being brought back to life by the demands of some kid with superpowers, whose little intervention probably wasn't even aimed at him to begin with?
...yeah, alright, fair. despite everything, that tracks. that's reasonable, in fact and should munson be aware of the full context, he wouldn't be able to blame him.
damn it, a swear under his breath because yeah, of course harrington can't hear him. he was there the last time, when the same thing happened, when it was steve yelling up a storm to try and reach henderson and why couldn't he just keep thinking straight?
maybe because somehow, salvation — with perfectly hairsprayed hair and under the influence of an old half-finished blunt — was just one hop, skip, and dimensional flip away. no biggie.
where steve takes a moment, eddie follows, heels of his palms pressing into his eyes again until he sees stars. ] Shit, shit Munson, you idiot —
[ the light. the light is the answer. of course. laughter is bubbling over in his chest, manic. ] We're all mad here, Harrington, [ muttered, under his breath. he's hoping he isn't insane here either. he's hoping steve is just the right amounts of insane to help, and maybe that's selfish of him, maybe he should take the loss, make sure that the rest of them don't have anything else to do with this stupid insane place.
but instead — tap, tap. twice, like asked. incessant. yes, he can hear you. he wrings his hands, attempting to tamp down the want to reach out again. ]
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...yeah, alright, fair. despite everything, that tracks. that's reasonable, in fact and should munson be aware of the full context, he wouldn't be able to blame him.
damn it, a swear under his breath because yeah, of course harrington can't hear him. he was there the last time, when the same thing happened, when it was steve yelling up a storm to try and reach henderson and why couldn't he just keep thinking straight?
maybe because somehow, salvation — with perfectly hairsprayed hair and under the influence of an old half-finished blunt — was just one hop, skip, and dimensional flip away. no biggie.
where steve takes a moment, eddie follows, heels of his palms pressing into his eyes again until he sees stars. ] Shit, shit Munson, you idiot —
[ the light. the light is the answer. of course. laughter is bubbling over in his chest, manic. ] We're all mad here, Harrington, [ muttered, under his breath. he's hoping he isn't insane here either. he's hoping steve is just the right amounts of insane to help, and maybe that's selfish of him, maybe he should take the loss, make sure that the rest of them don't have anything else to do with this stupid insane place.
but instead — tap, tap. twice, like asked. incessant. yes, he can hear you. he wrings his hands, attempting to tamp down the want to reach out again. ]