Six it is.

[ Eddie gets dressed quickly, doesn't worry too much at the quasi walk of shame that takes him back to his own hotel. All things considered, he doesn't look that bad off. Even if he did, Eddie doesn't think he would care all that much.

The first thing he does upon returning to his hotel room is take a nap. He flops onto the small bed in the small room, curls beneath the covers and thinks about Chrissy. None of this feels real, even now. Eddie pulls the duvet around him and drifts off to the thought of her sweet laugh.

Once he's awake, Eddie sets about getting ready for their evening. He's got a relatively simple black button up that he pairs with dark washed jeans, pairing them with grey sneakers that he hopes are close enough to slip proof. Once he's dressed, Eddie hits the streets, finds what he's looking for only a few blocks over. They're convenience store flowers, a dozen roses twined together with baby's breath, but they look nice enough. ]

I got you these.

[ Eddie grins into the kiss as he slides the cellophane wrapped flowers into her lap. ]

I know you've got nicer stuff back in your room but I-- I wanted to get you something.