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Eddie Munson ([personal profile] gygaxed) wrote in [community profile] cheerfire 2022-11-13 03:07 am (UTC)

[ Honestly, Eddie wishes she didn't feel the need to apologize. He knows he could ask her, tell her to stop, and she might oblige but-- well, there's a lot the both of them, but especially her, need to work through. He can't even begin to wrap his head around how it must feel to be dead and then suddenly not, to have to watch someone else bleed out and then help stitch them back togheter. So eddie lets her apologize, say whatever she needs to, answering with a few soft "it's alright"s when he can.

Primarily, he's just focused on driving, and with every mile they put behind them he feels a little more relaxed, a little more free. They can leave everything dark and terrible back in Hawkins, and let the rest of the world be bright. It's getting into the late hours of the morning when he finally pulls off the road, feeling the heat of exhaustion creeping in behind his eyeballs.

The hotel he chooses is nice, not over the top extravagant but certainly better than some shabby roadside motel. Eddie lets her wait in the car while he goes inside to book them a room. He returns twenty or so minutes later, ushers her quickly inside through the lobby and into the elevator. They take the quiet ride upwards, and after a short trip down a carpeted hallway he gets them into their room. It's clean, comfortable, with a large bed and the biggest tv he's seen set up across from it. ]


Bet you're tired. [ He says with a small smile as he nudged her towards the bed. ] You mind if we share?

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