[ Saying it out loud sends a burst of butterflies through him, that start in his stomach and flutter their way outwards. Because really-- he shouldn't be saying it, because this chance was stolen from both of them. But here he is, saying it and feeling the elation rise up in his chest and it almost makes him want to cry. He still hasn't truly accepted that her death wasn't his fault, and as such, resolves silently to protect her, forever. He winds his arms around her, holds her close enough to hear the wild beating of his heart in his chest. ]
Oh-- [ And then she asks that and of course it should be fine. It is fine, he just-- it's not like he's a prude, and he would very much like to see her naked. But that doesn't stop a shy, boyish heat from creeping up his neck, tinting his cheeks pink. It shouldn't make him shy, not when he's done what he's done tonight, but he still manages to feel that way. ] Yeah, of course.
[ Eddie tries to set it aside, the silly shyness, because she needs him right now. She's navigating the world in an impossibly bizarre sort of way, and he wants to be there to help her. So he gets the both of them up, leads her by the hand through the apartment to the bathroom. Eddie starts the shower, leaves for a moment while the water gets hot to fetch a change of clothes for the both of them. He picks out a shirt and sweats for himself, spends a little bit longer finding something for Chrissy. She's so much smaller than he is, but he manages to find something older, smaller, that won't completely swallow her up.
When he trots back into the bathroom the room is warm and humid, slowly filling with steam. He makes the first move, carefully removes his shirt before pausing, waiting for her. ]
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[ Saying it out loud sends a burst of butterflies through him, that start in his stomach and flutter their way outwards. Because really-- he shouldn't be saying it, because this chance was stolen from both of them. But here he is, saying it and feeling the elation rise up in his chest and it almost makes him want to cry. He still hasn't truly accepted that her death wasn't his fault, and as such, resolves silently to protect her, forever. He winds his arms around her, holds her close enough to hear the wild beating of his heart in his chest. ]
Oh-- [ And then she asks that and of course it should be fine. It is fine, he just-- it's not like he's a prude, and he would very much like to see her naked. But that doesn't stop a shy, boyish heat from creeping up his neck, tinting his cheeks pink. It shouldn't make him shy, not when he's done what he's done tonight, but he still manages to feel that way. ] Yeah, of course.
[ Eddie tries to set it aside, the silly shyness, because she needs him right now. She's navigating the world in an impossibly bizarre sort of way, and he wants to be there to help her. So he gets the both of them up, leads her by the hand through the apartment to the bathroom. Eddie starts the shower, leaves for a moment while the water gets hot to fetch a change of clothes for the both of them. He picks out a shirt and sweats for himself, spends a little bit longer finding something for Chrissy. She's so much smaller than he is, but he manages to find something older, smaller, that won't completely swallow her up.
When he trots back into the bathroom the room is warm and humid, slowly filling with steam. He makes the first move, carefully removes his shirt before pausing, waiting for her. ]
Is it okay if I join you?