[ she almost pulls her hand back and apologizes, but eddie relaxes that little bit and julie lets her hand rest a little heavier in response, thumb brushing back and forth over the fabric of his vest. it's all she can really think of to do in the moment, just staying present. ]
[ though the description makes her suck in a breath through her teeth-- julie remembers well enough him telling her about the cheerleader who got fucking folded right there in his home. maybe if she'd known that was a thing sadako did she would've warned him. probably not, but she can't help but wish she had, seeing eddie like this, right on the edge of a breakdown. ]
Shit, Eddie... [ not munson, or some other vaguely affectionate insult. she only seems to use his name when she's concerned, she's learning. or would, if she was paying attention to that. ] That's-- I can't even imagine.
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[ though the description makes her suck in a breath through her teeth-- julie remembers well enough him telling her about the cheerleader who got fucking folded right there in his home. maybe if she'd known that was a thing sadako did she would've warned him. probably not, but she can't help but wish she had, seeing eddie like this, right on the edge of a breakdown. ]
Shit, Eddie... [ not munson, or some other vaguely affectionate insult. she only seems to use his name when she's concerned, she's learning. or would, if she was paying attention to that. ] That's-- I can't even imagine.