[ when julie reaches out toward him, eddie doesn't flinch or lean away, but he does tense up a little bit, unsure of her intention. it's subtle, and mostly contained to his torso - there are dozens and dozens of ugly scars hidden under his clothes, and he'd prefer that they stay that way for many reasons, so it's instinct to want to shy away from anyone who gets too close these days. especially people who just - don't know about what happened to him back home.
but julie just touches his shirt and it really seems to dawn on eddie in that moment that he really must look like a goddamn horror show. he knows he's basically painted red, and it's not the first time his clothes have been stuck to him with his or someone else's blood, but it's the first time he's really stopped to consider what it looks like to someone else. outside of a trial, where it doesn't really feel all that out of place, considering.
eddie wets his lips and looks up from her hand at his shirt, his voice quiet. ] It's, uh... not mine. [ well. ] Most of it.
[ a lot of it is leon's. after that girl snapped him ten way to fucking sunday and left him there, eddie had found whatever fucking courage he could muster and swooped in to see if there was anything he could do to help him, panic and fear choking him up as he dragged his body into his lap and begged him to get up, promised him he was gonna be okay, knowing in the back of his mind that leon wouldn't be getting back up again. not until everyone else was dead, or someone got the gates open and the entity called for the end. ]
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but julie just touches his shirt and it really seems to dawn on eddie in that moment that he really must look like a goddamn horror show. he knows he's basically painted red, and it's not the first time his clothes have been stuck to him with his or someone else's blood, but it's the first time he's really stopped to consider what it looks like to someone else. outside of a trial, where it doesn't really feel all that out of place, considering.
eddie wets his lips and looks up from her hand at his shirt, his voice quiet. ] It's, uh... not mine. [ well. ] Most of it.
[ a lot of it is leon's. after that girl snapped him ten way to fucking sunday and left him there, eddie had found whatever fucking courage he could muster and swooped in to see if there was anything he could do to help him, panic and fear choking him up as he dragged his body into his lap and begged him to get up, promised him he was gonna be okay, knowing in the back of his mind that leon wouldn't be getting back up again. not until everyone else was dead, or someone got the gates open and the entity called for the end. ]