"M'glad..." Eddie murmurs softly, snuggling closer to Angel and slipping an arm around Angel's waist -- more to anchor himself than anything. "Glad y're my friend... glad y're here..."
It's all true, and for the moment that's the part that matters. Eddie is too tired to analyze his feelings or overthink why Angel's presence is restful and makes him happy.
The accusatory hiss of 'sick, sick, sick' that sounds like Pennywise and his mother is silent for once.
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Date: 2023-09-27 03:51 am (UTC)It's all true, and for the moment that's the part that matters. Eddie is too tired to analyze his feelings or overthink why Angel's presence is restful and makes him happy.
The accusatory hiss of 'sick, sick, sick' that sounds like Pennywise and his mother is silent for once.