(It was easy to forget sometimes. Even Eddie had forgotten lately. For a long time he just had no friends his own age in Deerington or even close to it, so he had started to run like the Big Kids long before he should of. Sitting there being held by Max somehow made him realize that too. He just felt smaller than he had in a long, long time. All of his bones felt brittle and even his lungs felt heavy.
Life really did have it out for kids.
For some reason her statement startles a reaction out of him. It's a bit of an awkward, hysterical laugh that mostly gets muffled by her shoulder. She might feel a bit of a wet spot starting to seep into her shirt because it figures that of all things that would be the one to get him crying.)
I'm glad I'm still pretty. (It's a horrible joke, and he knows it, but he's doing his best here. Eddie tips back from Max, sniffing loudly and looking down between them and at his hand.)
I can't even do pirouettes regularly so we might not want to hold out on that dream.
(He lets himself cry in front of Max. Of all people in Deerington, he doesn't think she was going to be calling him anything for crying anytime soon. His face is still growing flushed with embarrassment though. Sometimes he really did hate how weak he was.
He rubs at his face with his free hand, trying to do something about the tears. He noticed the nervousness in her voice. How could he not? He practically invented the Anxious Tone. But he doesn't think badly of her for it. Shit. He had literally just come back from the dead. Though it makes him wonder.)
Um. (He sniffs again, and he doesn't want this to sound bad. He's just...curious.)
Why were you in here anyway? (This was his room, right? A quick glance around confirms that. There wasn't any sort of ugly suspicion in his tone. He didn't think she was snooping or whatever. Max just didn't seem the type. He didn't realize yet how much she knew.)
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Date: 2019-06-05 12:31 pm (UTC)Life really did have it out for kids.
For some reason her statement startles a reaction out of him. It's a bit of an awkward, hysterical laugh that mostly gets muffled by her shoulder. She might feel a bit of a wet spot starting to seep into her shirt because it figures that of all things that would be the one to get him crying.)
I'm glad I'm still pretty. (It's a horrible joke, and he knows it, but he's doing his best here. Eddie tips back from Max, sniffing loudly and looking down between them and at his hand.)
I can't even do pirouettes regularly so we might not want to hold out on that dream.
(He lets himself cry in front of Max. Of all people in Deerington, he doesn't think she was going to be calling him anything for crying anytime soon. His face is still growing flushed with embarrassment though. Sometimes he really did hate how weak he was.
He rubs at his face with his free hand, trying to do something about the tears. He noticed the nervousness in her voice. How could he not? He practically invented the Anxious Tone. But he doesn't think badly of her for it. Shit. He had literally just come back from the dead. Though it makes him wonder.)
Um. (He sniffs again, and he doesn't want this to sound bad. He's just...curious.)
Why were you in here anyway? (This was his room, right? A quick glance around confirms that. There wasn't any sort of ugly suspicion in his tone. He didn't think she was snooping or whatever. Max just didn't seem the type. He didn't realize yet how much she knew.)