[ hopeless. that's the word that swims around eddie's head as he watches intently while spider-man writes this guy's name and number on his hand. it's probably the adrenaline, and thrill of having been saved from a mugging by this extraordinary guy, but--
that doesn't change the fact that he is already feeling his stomach squirm at the touch of his hand even through the uniform, and, shit. he can't do this, can't go through another stupid crush that's going to go nowhere, needs to tamp this down before it goes out of control.
his eyes snap up to spidey's at the question. ] Eddie. Eddie Munson. [ the smile he offers spider-man just before he leaves is much softer than the manic grin he's been using so far. yep, he's officially doomed. ]
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that doesn't change the fact that he is already feeling his stomach squirm at the touch of his hand even through the uniform, and, shit. he can't do this, can't go through another stupid crush that's going to go nowhere, needs to tamp this down before it goes out of control.
his eyes snap up to spidey's at the question. ] Eddie. Eddie Munson. [ the smile he offers spider-man just before he leaves is much softer than the manic grin he's been using so far. yep, he's officially doomed. ]