We’re divorced, so I wasn’t stepping out. ( if house isn’t going to give up the marriage bit, eddie is going to play into it. ) The goodbye blowjob was the compromise.

So I can blow, fuck, or trade spit with who ever I want. I don’t have a husband or a Daddy. ( then again, he’d probably do the same thing even if he did. his own personal moral code doesn’t preclude it and eddie’s always been terrible with rules he thinks are stupid or arbitrary.

he lets a huff out at being talked over, feels like a some young bride or little kid overshadowed by the men talking, is focused on that so he doesn’t hold on or brace well at all and ends up leaning back into houses’s chest with his ass in hopper’s lap when the cart finally comes to a stop. he grins in at house, like a mischievous little puppy, as soon as the idea flashes through his mind.

he can make out with who he wants. ) Hey, I didn’t get to say hello properly earlier.

( he means in for that quick, cheeky little display of a good morning kiss. )