[ maybe eddie should worry about his own insensitivities. maybe if he knew more, knew the deeper traumas of the event, he'd drop the topic all together, though for the time being, it seems to come to its own natural conclusion in steve's silence that follows.
but then there's a hand on his back urging him through, jacket taut where steve had gripped onto it an and there is time enough for a grin to be tossed over his shoulder because maybe steve should know better than to ask for something less than weird from one eddie munson, tattered jacket and near giddy from blood loss and all. (not that the absence of either would take away that particular quirk of his personality anyway. no, steve, it would appear you're stuck with it.)
though something about steve's reaction on home gives eddie pause — something recognizably familiar in how harrington moves through this place like he's existed in it alone more days than not and eddie never considered king steve to be one so well acquainted with the sort of independence that comes from of an absent family. maybe he's jumping to conclusions, drawing connections that aren't there. maybe he can sympathize.
he thought he'd be more elegant about shedding the tattered outer layer, and has just about righted himself away from the cabinet when steve is holding him byt the elbow again, distance closed and he kind of still finds himself surprised at the assurance of it. (still here, still real, still no illusions to be found. on and on and repeat). but he doesn't have long to contemplate that any further, like a broken record as it is, as he's albeit being pivoted towards the stairs.
there'll be some resistance, something impulsive that tries to sell the idea to eddie that he's doing better than he is, that he didn't just get up after dying and walk for miles, or lose way more blood than a body should be without. the hesitation gives way only after a moment, as soon as his head spins a bit too much (not dissimilar to a bad hangover, really) before he lets himself be directed upwards. his hand reaches out to grip a handrail. ] Okay, but just so you know, you're like walking into mom jokes left and right. [ eddie chances to toss another look over his shoulders, midway up the stairs. ] I mean, you always this bossy, Harrington? [ and if that can sound suggestive, that's none of eddie's concerns, is it? ]
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but then there's a hand on his back urging him through, jacket taut where steve had gripped onto it an and there is time enough for a grin to be tossed over his shoulder because maybe steve should know better than to ask for something less than weird from one eddie munson, tattered jacket and near giddy from blood loss and all. (not that the absence of either would take away that particular quirk of his personality anyway. no, steve, it would appear you're stuck with it.)
though something about steve's reaction on home gives eddie pause — something recognizably familiar in how harrington moves through this place like he's existed in it alone more days than not and eddie never considered king steve to be one so well acquainted with the sort of independence that comes from of an absent family. maybe he's jumping to conclusions, drawing connections that aren't there. maybe he can sympathize.
he thought he'd be more elegant about shedding the tattered outer layer, and has just about righted himself away from the cabinet when steve is holding him byt the elbow again, distance closed and he kind of still finds himself surprised at the assurance of it. (still here, still real, still no illusions to be found. on and on and repeat). but he doesn't have long to contemplate that any further, like a broken record as it is, as he's albeit being pivoted towards the stairs.
there'll be some resistance, something impulsive that tries to sell the idea to eddie that he's doing better than he is, that he didn't just get up after dying and walk for miles, or lose way more blood than a body should be without. the hesitation gives way only after a moment, as soon as his head spins a bit too much (not dissimilar to a bad hangover, really) before he lets himself be directed upwards. his hand reaches out to grip a handrail. ] Okay, but just so you know, you're like walking into mom jokes left and right. [ eddie chances to toss another look over his shoulders, midway up the stairs. ] I mean, you always this bossy, Harrington? [ and if that can sound suggestive, that's none of eddie's concerns, is it? ]