[ In the flurry of him moving around the room, Eddie doesn't notice any of the things she's tucked into his bag. Those will all be pleasant surprises for later. He tries to make sure to pack things that will suit her in the interim, shirts and pants that he's already grown out of. Once they've gotten themselves far from Hawkins, when they feel like they can breathe again, he'll take her out shopping, but her whatever she wants. Eddie zips up the bag with a bit of effort, having to press the sides together to get it closed. ]
I've been ready for a long time.
[ He says it almost without thinking, because that's-- well, that's a heavy sort of thing to say to her. But it's true, it had first passed through his mind when they had met in the woods. Eddie had seen how she was hurting, and had only wanted to whisk her up and get her away from everything. He can do that now, with their circumstances so drastically changed. ]
Oh, one more thing. [ Eddie strides back over to his closet, fishing out a comfortable hooded sweatshirt in a deep maroon, a Black Sabbath design splayed across the front. He's smiling as he returns to her, helps her into it, pulling the soft fabric over her head. ] It's cold out there.
[ And that's it, really. His life is backed up into one small duffel bag, and he's ready to run away with the previously dead girl of his dreams. He wishes things could be different, but she's here with him now, and that counts for a lot. ]
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I've been ready for a long time.
[ He says it almost without thinking, because that's-- well, that's a heavy sort of thing to say to her. But it's true, it had first passed through his mind when they had met in the woods. Eddie had seen how she was hurting, and had only wanted to whisk her up and get her away from everything. He can do that now, with their circumstances so drastically changed. ]
Oh, one more thing. [ Eddie strides back over to his closet, fishing out a comfortable hooded sweatshirt in a deep maroon, a Black Sabbath design splayed across the front. He's smiling as he returns to her, helps her into it, pulling the soft fabric over her head. ] It's cold out there.
[ And that's it, really. His life is backed up into one small duffel bag, and he's ready to run away with the previously dead girl of his dreams. He wishes things could be different, but she's here with him now, and that counts for a lot. ]
You ready?