[ ending up in a killer's realm while seeking out someplace safe to pull his shit together should strike eddie as odd, but the absurdity of it doesn't really cross his mind beyond the understanding that he's trespassing, and that if anyone else but julie were here, he would most certainly not be welcomed. it's something for him to think about later, once he's returned to his own turf, so to speak, but for now he's appreciative of the calm quietness ormond provides.
the gentle teasing earns a soft exhale and a faint smile from eddie, and when julie attempts to guide him to sit properly on the couch, he goes easily, turning slightly and sliding from the arm down to the cushions. though it's not luxurious or plush by any means, eddie sinks into it, and for the first time since he stumbled in here, he takes a deep breath and then breathes it back out nice and slow. he drags both of his hands down his face, and tries not to think about - whatever the fuck that girl is anymore. focuses on the subtle warmth from the fireplace instead, and how quiet the lodge is when there isn't a generator hissing away or echoing screams in the distance as fellow survivors are injured and hooked.
it's kinda nice, actually. though most things probably are when you spend all your time huddled around a campfire and sleeping in the woods.
idly, he picks at the front of his shirt with one hand, pulling it up from where it's stuck to him a bit, still a little tacky with mostly-dried blood. he probably should have cleaned up when he got back to camp, but that's another thing that hadn't crossed his mind until now. ah, well. he glances at julie, feeling tired but grateful for her company, even if he had to come in swinging and nearly hyperventilating to get it. ]
Threegion's not gonna come back and go all - [ he raises a hand, curls his hand into a loose fist and makes a couple lazy stabbing motions before dropping his hand again, ] - on me for being here, are they?
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the gentle teasing earns a soft exhale and a faint smile from eddie, and when julie attempts to guide him to sit properly on the couch, he goes easily, turning slightly and sliding from the arm down to the cushions. though it's not luxurious or plush by any means, eddie sinks into it, and for the first time since he stumbled in here, he takes a deep breath and then breathes it back out nice and slow. he drags both of his hands down his face, and tries not to think about - whatever the fuck that girl is anymore. focuses on the subtle warmth from the fireplace instead, and how quiet the lodge is when there isn't a generator hissing away or echoing screams in the distance as fellow survivors are injured and hooked.
it's kinda nice, actually. though most things probably are when you spend all your time huddled around a campfire and sleeping in the woods.
idly, he picks at the front of his shirt with one hand, pulling it up from where it's stuck to him a bit, still a little tacky with mostly-dried blood. he probably should have cleaned up when he got back to camp, but that's another thing that hadn't crossed his mind until now. ah, well. he glances at julie, feeling tired but grateful for her company, even if he had to come in swinging and nearly hyperventilating to get it. ]
Threegion's not gonna come back and go all - [ he raises a hand, curls his hand into a loose fist and makes a couple lazy stabbing motions before dropping his hand again, ] - on me for being here, are they?