[Without a steady foundation of his own, Eddie's moods shiver through Tommy as she wheels through them because she's not an anchor, she's been through the same mess, and he needs to find a dim room and a bottle-
And that's not going to happen, as he's pulled and lurches sideways just slightly enough to be put in the firing line of the drummer, who's looking almost impossibly as she's just stepped off a glossy Vogue cover and into the middle of a bunch of drowned rats posing as Hell's Angels. Her energy, though, yeah, that fits. Tommy raises his eyebrows at her and maybe would have said something before he's internally knocked back by the grin that Eddie throws at him, like it's theirs alone. It helps him find his footing even as his stomach does a line dance.] Sure do, [he hears himself say. And what else is there?
Nothing, apparently, as Eddie hauls him away by the grip still on his arm, out of the crush of concern that surrounds them and down the stairs back onto the squelching field.]
You're some kind of hard-ass, you know that? [It's a compliment. His neck has started to burn and it's not the relief he was looking for a few moments ago. He wipes the blood from his free hand onto his jeans.]
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And that's not going to happen, as he's pulled and lurches sideways just slightly enough to be put in the firing line of the drummer, who's looking almost impossibly as she's just stepped off a glossy Vogue cover and into the middle of a bunch of drowned rats posing as Hell's Angels. Her energy, though, yeah, that fits. Tommy raises his eyebrows at her and maybe would have said something before he's internally knocked back by the grin that Eddie throws at him, like it's theirs alone. It helps him find his footing even as his stomach does a line dance.] Sure do, [he hears himself say. And what else is there?
Nothing, apparently, as Eddie hauls him away by the grip still on his arm, out of the crush of concern that surrounds them and down the stairs back onto the squelching field.]
You're some kind of hard-ass, you know that? [It's a compliment. His neck has started to burn and it's not the relief he was looking for a few moments ago. He wipes the blood from his free hand onto his jeans.]