(It especially couldn't fix anything when he was too afraid to really talk about it. When he was too afraid to do anything about it. Even now with Richie in town and his bite fresh on his neck, Eddie would rather lay down in a bed of ignorance and try to ignore how much the potential of Richie horrified him, and maybe scarier yet, excited him.
Eddie had never been very good at going for the things that were better for him, that would make him reach some full potential. His mother had trained him very well to keep himself shackled down.
Eddie makes a small noise when he's hugged, and he's clinging almost at once. Arms around Stan's neck and he squeezes against him. Stan was much bigger like this, and felt different, but at the same time it was just the same as if it had been yesterday.)
Sometimes I wonder why we're so cursed. Why we don't get to have our happy endings.
(He means Richie, himself, and honestly, even Stan to some extent. Hadn't he had a wife that he had loved? Derry took that from him too.)
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Eddie had never been very good at going for the things that were better for him, that would make him reach some full potential. His mother had trained him very well to keep himself shackled down.
Eddie makes a small noise when he's hugged, and he's clinging almost at once. Arms around Stan's neck and he squeezes against him. Stan was much bigger like this, and felt different, but at the same time it was just the same as if it had been yesterday.)
Sometimes I wonder why we're so cursed. Why we don't get to have our happy endings.
(He means Richie, himself, and honestly, even Stan to some extent. Hadn't he had a wife that he had loved? Derry took that from him too.)