that it'd kick off into an argument. She finally cracks a real smile, squeezing his hand (very carefully) when she starts to see through the cracks.
"You [will] lemme know when y'need me, right? Cause I'll come back and fight someone about it if I gotta."
"You [will] lemme know when y'need me, right? Cause I'll come back and fight someone about it if I gotta."
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They had been right most of his life. But maybe, even if it was just for today, they were wrong.
He pulled his hand away after a moment, nodding and wiping +
“Yeah, yeah. I will.
Thanks, Eddie… for being a friend.”
She climbs completely over the back of the chair so he doesn't have much warning before she wraps him in a bear hug.
"An' I hope you feel better soon. Think you're too hard on yourself lately."
Big squeeze.
She was strong enough that for a moment, he was worried he would snap in half.
“Probably not hard enough but I appreciate you. I’ll post the ad tomorrow, okay?” He didn’t have the energy or the emotions left to write something up.
"...Thanks, Oliver," she adds, still not as boisterous as usual, but more present - heartfelt. "Been eatin' at me a minute. This... feels better."