[ Itās funny. Mere hours ago, Eddieās head was filled with worries of homeāwhat would happen when he got there, if heād even get there at all. But home is the furthest thought from his head right now. He no longer has to worry if heāll crumble to dust or if the world will still view him as a guilty man.
But nowāthe portal is closed. Robin isnāt coming back. Dustin isnāt coming back. He isnāt going home and no one is coming back for him, and he doesnāt know what steps heās meant to take to continue his life here. It's strange (and probably unhealthy) to hang so much of his life on another person, but he and Steve had truly been together every step of the way. They arrived together, roomed together from the start without even questioning it, and stayed that way for three yearsāplus centuries. The only way this story should have ended is that theyād go home together, whatever that may have meant in the endābut that didnāt happen, and Eddie feels as though heās lost a significant part of himself.
His shoulders shake as that broken laughter ebbs into silent sobs, and heās only dimly aware of Teddyās voice through the staticāapologizing, as if they had anything to do with it. Apologizing, as though that will bring him back. Apologizing. Apologizing. It feelsā¦pointless. And even in his half-stupor, he knows Teddy means nothing poorly by it, and there are only so many words to be said. He still recalls hearing āIām sorryā and āmy condolencesā countless times when his mother passed away, but itās justānoise.
Heās cold to the bone and beginning to grow painfully aware of his discomfort. The chattering of his teeth, the stiffness in his legs from hours without movement, the aching in his chest when he tries to breathe but just canāt. He isnāt terribly reciprocative to Teddyās embrace, but he doesnāt push them away and slowly, he does lean in closer. Nothing can really help right now, but knowing that someone is still here softens the pain a little bit.
Youāre gonna freeze, he hears eventually. ]
Okay.
[ His response is a mere acknowledgment in a soft, strained voice. He doesnāt fight or argue, but itās clear that he would just be content to sit here and freeze if thatās the hand fate should choose to deal. His tongue fairly is useless beyond that, and all he can do is repeat: ]
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But nowāthe portal is closed. Robin isnāt coming back. Dustin isnāt coming back. He isnāt going home and no one is coming back for him, and he doesnāt know what steps heās meant to take to continue his life here. It's strange (and probably unhealthy) to hang so much of his life on another person, but he and Steve had truly been together every step of the way. They arrived together, roomed together from the start without even questioning it, and stayed that way for three yearsāplus centuries. The only way this story should have ended is that theyād go home together, whatever that may have meant in the endābut that didnāt happen, and Eddie feels as though heās lost a significant part of himself.
His shoulders shake as that broken laughter ebbs into silent sobs, and heās only dimly aware of Teddyās voice through the staticāapologizing, as if they had anything to do with it. Apologizing, as though that will bring him back. Apologizing. Apologizing. It feelsā¦pointless. And even in his half-stupor, he knows Teddy means nothing poorly by it, and there are only so many words to be said. He still recalls hearing āIām sorryā and āmy condolencesā countless times when his mother passed away, but itās justānoise.
Heās cold to the bone and beginning to grow painfully aware of his discomfort. The chattering of his teeth, the stiffness in his legs from hours without movement, the aching in his chest when he tries to breathe but just canāt. He isnāt terribly reciprocative to Teddyās embrace, but he doesnāt push them away and slowly, he does lean in closer. Nothing can really help right now, but knowing that someone is still here softens the pain a little bit.
Youāre gonna freeze, he hears eventually. ]
Okay.
[ His response is a mere acknowledgment in a soft, strained voice. He doesnāt fight or argue, but itās clear that he would just be content to sit here and freeze if thatās the hand fate should choose to deal. His tongue fairly is useless beyond that, and all he can do is repeat: ]
Okay.