( eddie glances up with a sharp edge in his eyes, not convinced, but he lets himself be moved anyway so jim can get a good look at him.
he turns his head away, as if jim will suddenly forget what he saw if eddie's showing him the right cheek instead of the scarred up left. that's the nicer one, anyway, no scars on it whatsoever. he feels a fierce protectiveness in his chest, doesn't want to fucking say it even though it's inevitable. someone will rat what happened out, billy'll probably confess to it anyway.
eddie hates the thought of that too, as much as he hates the whole of the last month. fuck. ) They were trying to help. To cut me off from the others and M-- the Slender.
I'm fine now. ( just left with a mark on his face and the smell of his own charred flesh in his nose. he hasn't been looking at jim this whole time, glances up at him now and feels a tightness in his chest, a complicated twisting that makes him want to step in closer again. he reaches up, runs his thumb over the worry lines settle in below hopper's hairline like he can smooth them out and push the emotions away with them. ) You can look me over and check it if you want?
( he doesn't actually want jim to check them but he'll let him look, let him fuss. eddie thinks he might lose it and cry if hopper's too gentle about it, kind of wants to come apart when he hasn't let himself do that after the tears and breakdown that followed being free. )
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he turns his head away, as if jim will suddenly forget what he saw if eddie's showing him the right cheek instead of the scarred up left. that's the nicer one, anyway, no scars on it whatsoever. he feels a fierce protectiveness in his chest, doesn't want to fucking say it even though it's inevitable. someone will rat what happened out, billy'll probably confess to it anyway.
eddie hates the thought of that too, as much as he hates the whole of the last month. fuck. ) They were trying to help. To cut me off from the others and M-- the Slender.
I'm fine now. ( just left with a mark on his face and the smell of his own charred flesh in his nose. he hasn't been looking at jim this whole time, glances up at him now and feels a tightness in his chest, a complicated twisting that makes him want to step in closer again. he reaches up, runs his thumb over the worry lines settle in below hopper's hairline like he can smooth them out and push the emotions away with them. ) You can look me over and check it if you want?
( he doesn't actually want jim to check them but he'll let him look, let him fuss. eddie thinks he might lose it and cry if hopper's too gentle about it, kind of wants to come apart when he hasn't let himself do that after the tears and breakdown that followed being free. )