clussy: ÉĒᴄᴏɴ ʙʏ ÉĒᴄᴏɴsꜰᴏʀʙÉĒᴛᴄʜᴇs (ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ) (𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚎)
eddie kaspbrak ([personal profile] clussy) wrote in [community profile] quietplacelogs 2018-03-30 03:02 pm (UTC)

(The silence that greets him back home has Eddie anxiously checking throughout the house. He still can't go into the garage after everything, and he knows that Jake wouldn't be there either. He peeks out onto the porch, into the kitchen, and carefully avoids the new additions to the house with averted eyes. He paces quickly into his own room, into Jake's room, but finds that his friend is in neither place.

It dawns on Eddie that he was home a little early from work. Jake often worked long, exhausting hours that sometimes worried Eddie. He was just a kid, after all, and should he really be spending his days hauling sand? Eddie had compiled things before to soothe any of the aches in Jake after work, though there wasn't too many supplies around for him to fall back on.

Maybe Jake was at work still.

Eddie relaxes at the thought, leaving the house entirely. They could walk home together. It would be nice. He knew the paths were probably a real nightmare right now to be working on, and that's enough to make him go a little faster. It's half way to where Jake was probably working that he hears Jake's voice in his head.

He comes to a stop, staring around, as if expecting to see Jake right there.)


(I'm okay. I'm looking for you, though. Where are you?)

(....There was definitely a quiet whine in his voice.)

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