(There are literally no words to describe the exact feeling that burst into his chest the moment nodded his head. Eddie's hands squeeze around his device and he covers his mouth with it as if it would stop all the emotions inside of him from bursting out. His eyes stung, growing shinier and shinier until he had to blink rapidly to keep everything held back.
There was...There was someone else just like him.
Similarly, he had spoken to Clara, also an incredibly kind and wonderful woman. But she too, like Kara, was from a world beyond theirs, a world that was casual and accepting. A world that Eddie could honestly not wrap his mind around. It was an entirely different culture. They could offer their sympathies, but with Will, there was nothing but empathy rooted between them.
He had never in all his life imagined he'd find a boy his age exactly like him. And he knew the eighties weren't all that great either. Richie had been good enough about it when he first told his friend, but Eddie was almost positive it was because they were friends that it hadn't bothered Richie as much as it might have had it been someone else. After all, Richie had stopped talking to him after the night of the red juice, so maybe it did bother him a little.
Then there was just Will. A boy he had felt flustered around and had wanted to pull in and experience on a whole other level. He hadn't lied when he said he wanted to make Will laugh. Will who was soft and good in a way that Eddie just had never really experienced. For all of Eddie's own gentleness, he was covered in barbs and sharp edges.
Eddie finally makes a move. His device gets slipped away and he closes the remaining distance between them. His arms lock around Will in an impossibly tight hug and he buried his face into Will's next. His own shuddery breath leaves him, and his hands grab at fistfuls of Will's shirt.
and then i died immediately after
There was...There was someone else just like him.
Similarly, he had spoken to Clara, also an incredibly kind and wonderful woman. But she too, like Kara, was from a world beyond theirs, a world that was casual and accepting. A world that Eddie could honestly not wrap his mind around. It was an entirely different culture. They could offer their sympathies, but with Will, there was nothing but empathy rooted between them.
He had never in all his life imagined he'd find a boy his age exactly like him. And he knew the eighties weren't all that great either. Richie had been good enough about it when he first told his friend, but Eddie was almost positive it was because they were friends that it hadn't bothered Richie as much as it might have had it been someone else. After all, Richie had stopped talking to him after the night of the red juice, so maybe it did bother him a little.
Then there was just Will. A boy he had felt flustered around and had wanted to pull in and experience on a whole other level. He hadn't lied when he said he wanted to make Will laugh. Will who was soft and good in a way that Eddie just had never really experienced. For all of Eddie's own gentleness, he was covered in barbs and sharp edges.
Eddie finally makes a move. His device gets slipped away and he closes the remaining distance between them. His arms lock around Will in an impossibly tight hug and he buried his face into Will's next. His own shuddery breath leaves him, and his hands grab at fistfuls of Will's shirt.
He wasn't alone. Not anymore.)