(Maybe that's what was so normal about them to each other though. Their strangeness. Eddie had never once in all his life been good at being normal, and neither had any of his friends.)
(You'd have to make a blood pact with me in that case. Trust me, Jake. It's not like I WANT to die. I'm not fatalistic.)
(He was probably the least fatalistic of his friends, in a way. Eddie's loyalty didn't equate to an indifference towards death, after all.
Eddie winds up staring all over again, and a slow burn rises up into his cheeks. He's glad for the dark of the night, and turns his face away to keep on walking. Stick with being bold. He wondered if Jake would say that if he really knew.
Maybe he would though.
Eddie instantly shuts that idea down with the same kind of deliberate aggression he used to shut many other things down with. He's quiet, but not in a bad way. He doesn't let go of Jake, after all, and instead just stays close as they walk.)
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(You'd have to make a blood pact with me in that case. Trust me, Jake. It's not like I WANT to die. I'm not fatalistic.)
(He was probably the least fatalistic of his friends, in a way. Eddie's loyalty didn't equate to an indifference towards death, after all.
Eddie winds up staring all over again, and a slow burn rises up into his cheeks. He's glad for the dark of the night, and turns his face away to keep on walking. Stick with being bold. He wondered if Jake would say that if he really knew.
Maybe he would though.
Eddie instantly shuts that idea down with the same kind of deliberate aggression he used to shut many other things down with. He's quiet, but not in a bad way. He doesn't let go of Jake, after all, and instead just stays close as they walk.)