( Eddie learned long ago that the world isn't fair, especially for people like him. He knows he has to work his ass off to earn the same thing that someone born with a silver spoon in their mouth might get as a gift from their parents. The world doesn't hand out free favors, and it certainly doesn't make people appear right when Eddie yearns for them the most.
So when a house key whacks him in the head while walking with an arm full of groceries, Eddie doesn't think much of it. He curses under his breath and looks down at his feet where the house key has landed. He thinks of a dozen different insults and complaints he can utter.
They all die on his tongue the moment he lays eyes on who threw the key away. )
Hey, what the fuck m--
Steve?
( Eddie's voice goes from full of ire to soft and hopeful in the span of a second. He must be seeing things. That's the only explanation. There's no way Steve could have possibly shown up here. The world wouldn't be so kind. )
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So when a house key whacks him in the head while walking with an arm full of groceries, Eddie doesn't think much of it. He curses under his breath and looks down at his feet where the house key has landed. He thinks of a dozen different insults and complaints he can utter.
They all die on his tongue the moment he lays eyes on who threw the key away. )
Hey, what the fuck m--
Steve?
( Eddie's voice goes from full of ire to soft and hopeful in the span of a second. He must be seeing things. That's the only explanation. There's no way Steve could have possibly shown up here. The world wouldn't be so kind. )