(Eddie automatically picks up his hand and crosses his index and middle finger together.)
I don't tell the Big stuff about my friends to other people.
(Not the stuff that could get them hurt. Like with Jake, or back on the station with Laura. Or the private dark stuff that was meant to be kept behind locked doors and swapped in vague metaphors among two close friends who didn't hate him for anything.
And in that moment, he realized, somehow, Majima had fell into the neat category of Friend.
Maybe he'd thought of it before, but now more than ever he realized he did not want to do something to betray this man. Maybe it wasn't absolute perfection or anything, but it was the beginning of something honest and real and Eddie knew as simply as he knew the sky was blue that he'd rather get his tongue cut out than get Majima in trouble anywhere.
He gives a small shake of his head.)
In America whenever boys like flowers they're considered sissies and stuff like that.
(Except he says this slowly, like he's trying to...Figure a way around saying it. It felt an awful lot like painting a target on his head. Either way, America was hyper-macho in several ways and Eddie knew that all too well. Even outside of any known mafia culture.)
Why are they so big on all that stuff? America likes.
Guns I guess. And eagles. I don't really know what else.
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I don't tell the Big stuff about my friends to other people.
(Not the stuff that could get them hurt. Like with Jake, or back on the station with Laura. Or the private dark stuff that was meant to be kept behind locked doors and swapped in vague metaphors among two close friends who didn't hate him for anything.
And in that moment, he realized, somehow, Majima had fell into the neat category of Friend.
Maybe he'd thought of it before, but now more than ever he realized he did not want to do something to betray this man. Maybe it wasn't absolute perfection or anything, but it was the beginning of something honest and real and Eddie knew as simply as he knew the sky was blue that he'd rather get his tongue cut out than get Majima in trouble anywhere.
He gives a small shake of his head.)
In America whenever boys like flowers they're considered sissies and stuff like that.
(Except he says this slowly, like he's trying to...Figure a way around saying it. It felt an awful lot like painting a target on his head. Either way, America was hyper-macho in several ways and Eddie knew that all too well. Even outside of any known mafia culture.)
Why are they so big on all that stuff? America likes.
Guns I guess. And eagles. I don't really know what else.