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š”ˆš””š””š”¦š”¢ š”š”²š”«š”°š”¬š”« ([personal profile] satanicpanics) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2024-11-15 06:42 am (UTC)

Yeah, but you’ll be giving me shit for years if I do.

[ It’s a casual response, spoken with a grin and truthfully no different than any of Eddie’s other smartass quips, but there’s something to be said about how easily he implies years, how it trips off his tongue without a moment of hesitation. Eddie’s anxiety over what may happen in the future hasn’t lessened. It’s as strong as ever, and he worries constantly about what may happen if the opportunity to go home ever presents itself, but it’s clear that some part of him is comfortable enough with the concept of having more time--wherever or however that may occur.

That empty horizon seems stretch out forever, nothing but the enormous sky and the little car beneath it, but the drive is far from dull with Eddie behind the wheel. Steve is right, there’s nothing to run into out here, so Eddie make the most of it, weaving in zigzags from one side of the wide road to the next every so often. He steals Steve’s beer more than one more time, sings loudly to the songs he likes, and taps his fingers against the wheel to the ones he feels a little less strongly about or doesn’t really know. To his credit, he doesn’t complain about a single one of them.

It would probably be an incredibly obnoxious situation for anyone who wasn’t used to Eddie’s Eddieisms to be stuck in, but it’s clear that he’s having a blast, and whatever troubles had been weighing him down at the start of the day have been lifted from his shoulders for the time being. Truth be told, it just may be the first time he’s felt truly free in months.

Eventually, he does come down from his high a little bit, gets a little restless and a little tired of looking at the empty road. He’s no less enthused by this little venture , but his loud singing drops to a soft mumble and he allows the speedometer to dip to a more reasonable number. There’s really no reason to keep an eye out for traffic or animals, so he lets his gaze drift back to Steve for a moment.

He starts to say something, maybe finally considers paying Steve that compliment, but he doesn’t get the opportunity. He spies their destination at long last—he’d recognize it anywhere—and shoots back upright to make the turn. He peers through the windshield and laughs, not cruelly, just out of sheer surprise and astonishment.
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Huh. Holy shit.

[ He’s smiling, though, a good sign. ]

Well, you know, I was expecting the quarry, but, uh, maybe another time.

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