[Eddie's uninterested in his excuses. He gets it. He does; even though it takes his weed-soaked brain a moment to equate that with maybe she doesn't give a shit because she's interested. She's interested in him. Doesn't think he's a creep.
Okay. He can work with-] Ow.
[Her fingers hit a bandaid and the stitches beneath and his arm on the bed buckles, dropping them both back a foot before Tommy catches them, inches above the mattress, one arm still around her back and the other locking again to keep them up. Sort of. For a half-second - before Eddie drops down on the disheveled blankets and Tommy winds up propped up, hovering, overhead. He blinks down at her.] I'm gonna kiss you again.
[A warning, this time, instead of a question. And he does.]
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Okay. He can work with-] Ow.
[Her fingers hit a bandaid and the stitches beneath and his arm on the bed buckles, dropping them both back a foot before Tommy catches them, inches above the mattress, one arm still around her back and the other locking again to keep them up. Sort of. For a half-second - before Eddie drops down on the disheveled blankets and Tommy winds up propped up, hovering, overhead. He blinks down at her.] I'm gonna kiss you again.
[A warning, this time, instead of a question. And he does.]