(Dramatics was definitely a choice way of describing Eddie, and he's full of them as Ben asks him if he was okay. That was, in Eddie's humble opinion, one of the world's stupidest questions to ask. A hand flicks out, as if physically shoving the question out of the air and out of existence.)
Buddy I can't remember the last time I was ever okay. (At least he's not really lying. The question though is in some way a blessing. Eddie's memories were catching up with him now that he was actually talking to the real, living, breathing, talking Ben Hanscom. He wonders if Ben was from the fifties or the eighties, and he wonders...
His expression darkens rapidly and for a second Eddie says nothing at all. There's a weird metallic taste at the back of the throat that he has to swallow around. No. He shouldn't be thinking about that now. Eddie sniffs and shakes himself out of...wherever he just went mentally and gives a rough shake of his head.)
No. It's a long story- well- actually it's a pretty short story seeing as I have no clue how I wound up this way but uh...I'm a vampire now. Apparently.
(There's literally no elegant way of saying that. Like. None. And Eddie's never had social grace to begin with so it just sort of spills out of him in a jumble of fast words.
Eddie instinctively leans back when Ben leans in, but he doesn't actually move his feet, so he's clearly not trying to get away. God. It really was Ben. After a second Eddie leans in, his eyes growing big, and, admittedly, maybe a little wet. He does his best to blink that away.)
I mean. You can like. Live to see another day mostly. (What is privilege and where can Eddie pick a fight with it.
Eddie's not an idiot. Or rather Ben had never been all that transparent, so Eddie doesn't exactly need to ask who the 'her' is, but it occurs to him that during their violent little summertime madness they never exactly. Talked. About anything personal like that.)
Uhh...(He glances quickly around because he knows Beverly is here but Ben didn't. The last thing the poor bastard needed was to accidentally be overheard.)
In case you noticed I am not really her so. (That's Eddie's special way of offering an ear?? At least he's used to Deerington's weirdness by now so this isn't as shocking as it could be.)
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Buddy I can't remember the last time I was ever okay. (At least he's not really lying. The question though is in some way a blessing. Eddie's memories were catching up with him now that he was actually talking to the real, living, breathing, talking Ben Hanscom. He wonders if Ben was from the fifties or the eighties, and he wonders...
His expression darkens rapidly and for a second Eddie says nothing at all. There's a weird metallic taste at the back of the throat that he has to swallow around. No. He shouldn't be thinking about that now. Eddie sniffs and shakes himself out of...wherever he just went mentally and gives a rough shake of his head.)
No. It's a long story- well- actually it's a pretty short story seeing as I have no clue how I wound up this way but uh...I'm a vampire now. Apparently.
(There's literally no elegant way of saying that. Like. None. And Eddie's never had social grace to begin with so it just sort of spills out of him in a jumble of fast words.
Eddie instinctively leans back when Ben leans in, but he doesn't actually move his feet, so he's clearly not trying to get away. God. It really was Ben. After a second Eddie leans in, his eyes growing big, and, admittedly, maybe a little wet. He does his best to blink that away.)
I mean. You can like. Live to see another day mostly. (What is privilege and where can Eddie pick a fight with it.
Eddie's not an idiot. Or rather Ben had never been all that transparent, so Eddie doesn't exactly need to ask who the 'her' is, but it occurs to him that during their violent little summertime madness they never exactly. Talked. About anything personal like that.)
Uhh...(He glances quickly around because he knows Beverly is here but Ben didn't. The last thing the poor bastard needed was to accidentally be overheard.)
In case you noticed I am not really her so. (That's Eddie's special way of offering an ear?? At least he's used to Deerington's weirdness by now so this isn't as shocking as it could be.)