I don't. [ if julie's no, it's fine was rushed, then eddie's i don't leaves his mouth at near mach speed at the suggestion of being left alone. he should feel embarrassed at how quickly he declines, ashamed of the mild thread of desperation in his tone and in his eyes when he chances a quick look at julie, but instead he just feels... relieved. sure, he left the campfire because it felt too crowded and cramped and he needed some space to work through his panic and anxiety without dozens of eyes on him, but being alone is one of the last things he wants right now.
eddie sinks back down slowly onto the arm of the couch, his shoulders sagging a little as he pushes out a heavy exhale. he lifts one of his hands and rubs his palm down over the bottom half of his face and shakes his head slightly before letting his hand fall and come to rest by his thigh.
he should elaborate, probably. ] I don't... want to be alone.
[ eddie looks back down again, but it's not out of shame or embarrassment. he just feels... drained, physically and otherwise, and though the staticky, shocky feeling of anxiety is still buzzing through his veins and clouding up his chest, he can feel it slowly starting to dissipate, and the relief is exhausting. quietly, he nudges at some of the broken glass by his shoes, scattered everywhere from when he smashed a bottle against the brick fireplace not too long ago. he looks up again. ]
how the fuck has it been two weeks
eddie sinks back down slowly onto the arm of the couch, his shoulders sagging a little as he pushes out a heavy exhale. he lifts one of his hands and rubs his palm down over the bottom half of his face and shakes his head slightly before letting his hand fall and come to rest by his thigh.
he should elaborate, probably. ] I don't... want to be alone.
[ eddie looks back down again, but it's not out of shame or embarrassment. he just feels... drained, physically and otherwise, and though the staticky, shocky feeling of anxiety is still buzzing through his veins and clouding up his chest, he can feel it slowly starting to dissipate, and the relief is exhausting. quietly, he nudges at some of the broken glass by his shoes, scattered everywhere from when he smashed a bottle against the brick fireplace not too long ago. he looks up again. ]
... I'll clean that up.