[She's going to maintain this hug for however long it takes for his breathing to calm - for his sense of reality to shift back into something comfortable and safe. Her hand comes up to gently hold his head and tuck it against her as he leans it on her shoulder.
...He's so young. She forgets how young he is, with all the drinking and the swearing. He should be worrying about his growth spurt and school and making friends. Not about shit like this. But death does seem to find people when they're at this age - she and Chloe learned that the hard way, and now Eddie too, a terrible climax to months of being stuck here. What kind of childhood is that? Life seems to like kicking kids down, doesn't it?
Life can go fuck itself.
She doesn't bother answering his not-question. She knows he doesn't want one.]
You don't look like shit, though.
[...That's not entirely true. His hand... She takes it in her own, carefully running her thumb over the scarred skin. Chloe's been vague at best about all the details of what went happened, and Max hadn't really wanted to guess, so she wasn't sure what she was going to see. It could've been a lot worse... a small consolation for Eddie's current state.]
I bet you'll be doing pirouettes before you know it.
[She wishes her voice was a little calmer and stronger, for Eddie's sake, but she sounds as anxious as always.]
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Date: 2019-06-03 02:57 pm (UTC)...He's so young. She forgets how young he is, with all the drinking and the swearing. He should be worrying about his growth spurt and school and making friends. Not about shit like this. But death does seem to find people when they're at this age - she and Chloe learned that the hard way, and now Eddie too, a terrible climax to months of being stuck here. What kind of childhood is that? Life seems to like kicking kids down, doesn't it?
Life can go fuck itself.
She doesn't bother answering his not-question. She knows he doesn't want one.]
You don't look like shit, though.
[...That's not entirely true. His hand... She takes it in her own, carefully running her thumb over the scarred skin. Chloe's been vague at best about all the details of what went happened, and Max hadn't really wanted to guess, so she wasn't sure what she was going to see. It could've been a lot worse... a small consolation for Eddie's current state.]
I bet you'll be doing pirouettes before you know it.
[She wishes her voice was a little calmer and stronger, for Eddie's sake, but she sounds as anxious as always.]