[It's hard for her to really process the gravity of what she's lost. What they've lost, really. All she can focus on is Eddie. Every fiber of her being screams out to him, just wanting to keep him close. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie...her mind says his name on repeat, almost an instinctive chirp in the back of her head. She's so happy to be there with him, to get to have this second chance.]
Yeah. [Her admission is soft, almost timid.] I want you to be.
[If things had gone differently, this conversation would've happened months ago. As it is, she's grateful they're getting to have it now. No matter how weird everything feels, she keeps telling herself it will all settle and make sense to her eventually. Things won't be overwhelming forever.
Right now though, she's incredibly out of sorts. Just the thought of undressing and working a shower and getting clean feels impossible to her. It's too much to handle, and maybe she should be alarmed by that.]
Does that mean it's okay if you help me in the shower?
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Yeah. [Her admission is soft, almost timid.] I want you to be.
[If things had gone differently, this conversation would've happened months ago. As it is, she's grateful they're getting to have it now. No matter how weird everything feels, she keeps telling herself it will all settle and make sense to her eventually. Things won't be overwhelming forever.
Right now though, she's incredibly out of sorts. Just the thought of undressing and working a shower and getting clean feels impossible to her. It's too much to handle, and maybe she should be alarmed by that.]
Does that mean it's okay if you help me in the shower?