(Normally Eddie didn't approach these kinds of things if it could be helped. It sometimes made him feel odd, but, at the same time, he cared a lot more about Max's feelings than he did his own. He had his leg bent and an elbow resting on it. Now that he had a stereo, it was almost always playing when he had the luxury of it.
It was playing softly now, but he paid it no mind as Max entered his room. He bit the inside of his cheek, considering Max's face for a moment.)
It's okay, you know. (He starts off slowly, hesitantly, not sure if this was really his place to say anything. But, well. Had that really ever stopped him before?)
To be upset about the Mike thing. I'd be real upset if someone in my friend group didn't like me.
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It was playing softly now, but he paid it no mind as Max entered his room. He bit the inside of his cheek, considering Max's face for a moment.)
It's okay, you know. (He starts off slowly, hesitantly, not sure if this was really his place to say anything. But, well. Had that really ever stopped him before?)
To be upset about the Mike thing. I'd be real upset if someone in my friend group didn't like me.