[ The idea that she trusts him, really trusts him, even after he'd let her die, sends a tidal wave of relief rushing through him. Everything about this is strange, wrong, impossible, but he feels like he can breathe properly for the first time since she'd come to his trailer. Eddie reaches for the ghostly visage of her face, and his fingers are able to make contact against something solid.
Her face is cold the same way her hands had been, and the touch sucks the heat out through every pore. But there's something different about this, if only slightly, and he thinks he can maybe feel his own warmth radiate back from her. It would be far from the strangest thing to happen tonight. Eddie rises up off his knees, lets his forehead press against hers. Again, there is the sensation of warmth being snatched away and then returned in a scant fraction. ]
I can do this, I know I can.
[ Eddie's voice sounds more sure, more steady, in a way that surprises him. He manages to break his grasp on her, briefly fearful that the loss of contact will mean she disappears forever. But she's still there, and Eddie is determined to keep it that way, whatever the cost. ]
Let's see...
[ He grabs for his backpack, roots around through the decrepit volumes that he's stuffed in there. He pulls them out one after another, turns carefully through each before inevitably tossing one away to grab another. His gaze darts fervently between the books and Chrissy, still unable to shake the fear that she'll disappear at any moment. It's when he's down to the last book, the thickest and heaviest, its pages thin and nearly crumbling at his touch. ]
Ok I-- I think I found something. [ His face pales a little as he reads down the page, but when he looks up at her, he forces a smile. ] Yeah, this'll do it.
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Her face is cold the same way her hands had been, and the touch sucks the heat out through every pore. But there's something different about this, if only slightly, and he thinks he can maybe feel his own warmth radiate back from her. It would be far from the strangest thing to happen tonight. Eddie rises up off his knees, lets his forehead press against hers. Again, there is the sensation of warmth being snatched away and then returned in a scant fraction. ]
I can do this, I know I can.
[ Eddie's voice sounds more sure, more steady, in a way that surprises him. He manages to break his grasp on her, briefly fearful that the loss of contact will mean she disappears forever. But she's still there, and Eddie is determined to keep it that way, whatever the cost. ]
Let's see...
[ He grabs for his backpack, roots around through the decrepit volumes that he's stuffed in there. He pulls them out one after another, turns carefully through each before inevitably tossing one away to grab another. His gaze darts fervently between the books and Chrissy, still unable to shake the fear that she'll disappear at any moment. It's when he's down to the last book, the thickest and heaviest, its pages thin and nearly crumbling at his touch. ]
Ok I-- I think I found something. [ His face pales a little as he reads down the page, but when he looks up at her, he forces a smile. ] Yeah, this'll do it.