[ julie may chase him around and stab a bunch of holes in him on occasion, but that doesn't mean he wants her to die. falling to their death is the last thing in his agenda, and he wouldn't be offering to help her if thought he couldn't do it. eddie might push himself a little hard sometimes in trials, but he knows his limits.
when julie clasps her hand around his arm, eddie does the same to her, curling his fingers around her forearm and bracing his other hand against the edge of the window. he's not surprisingly strong by any means, but for being a beanpole, he's decent at pulling his weight, both metaphorically and literally. eddie helps haul her up the rest of the way to the window, uses both hands to get her inside, and only lets go of her once he's sure they're both inside and safe.
well. relatively safe. eddie leans against the wall next to the window, taking a second to catch his own breath, idly watching julie. she's still got those dumb sunglasses on that he stole from one of the cars down at the end of the street. sunglasses, and no mask. he hasn't forgotten about how odd that is that she came all the way out here without it.
eventually, eddie sinks until he's sitting. the treehouse isn't very big, definitely not made for someone to stand up straight very comfortably - and he's slowly coming down from a small adrenaline high, so it just feels better to sit. he gestures up at julie after a beat with a lazy flail of one hand, pulling his knees up a bit so he can rest his other arm on one of them. ]
You could get away with those, you know. [ the sunglasses. he's commenting about her lack of a mask without commenting on it directly. ] They always put that black box over peoples' eyes when they're trying to hide their identity in like - TV shows and shit. No one would know.
[ that's bullshit, and eddie knows that. he also knows that's probably not really the entire purpose of the masks, either, but whatever. he waits for a beat, then smirks at her a little. ]
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when julie clasps her hand around his arm, eddie does the same to her, curling his fingers around her forearm and bracing his other hand against the edge of the window. he's not surprisingly strong by any means, but for being a beanpole, he's decent at pulling his weight, both metaphorically and literally. eddie helps haul her up the rest of the way to the window, uses both hands to get her inside, and only lets go of her once he's sure they're both inside and safe.
well. relatively safe. eddie leans against the wall next to the window, taking a second to catch his own breath, idly watching julie. she's still got those dumb sunglasses on that he stole from one of the cars down at the end of the street. sunglasses, and no mask. he hasn't forgotten about how odd that is that she came all the way out here without it.
eventually, eddie sinks until he's sitting. the treehouse isn't very big, definitely not made for someone to stand up straight very comfortably - and he's slowly coming down from a small adrenaline high, so it just feels better to sit. he gestures up at julie after a beat with a lazy flail of one hand, pulling his knees up a bit so he can rest his other arm on one of them. ]
You could get away with those, you know. [ the sunglasses. he's commenting about her lack of a mask without commenting on it directly. ] They always put that black box over peoples' eyes when they're trying to hide their identity in like - TV shows and shit. No one would know.
[ that's bullshit, and eddie knows that. he also knows that's probably not really the entire purpose of the masks, either, but whatever. he waits for a beat, then smirks at her a little. ]
That worried about me, huh?