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eddie kaspbrak ([personal profile] clussy) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou 2017-12-03 04:59 pm (UTC)

(Just about everything like that was scary to Eddie. Injuries and allergies both. The hospital had become more familiar to him than his own bedroom he had been shoved in it so much, so often. The worst part was always that it had kept him from his friends. Especially since his mom hated his friends too. They were never allowed to visit him and he had always been so alone and with needles sticking in him.

All for no God damn reason.

So this dog thing? It's a revelation that Eddie wasn't going to soon forget. How could he? He looks up when Hawke rests that hand on his shoulder, and it works, kind of. In a silent, steadying way, and Eddie smiles at her. No. He would not crumble today, and Hawke could be thanked for that. Hawke and her big, slobbery dog.

He laughs brightly because 'average' sounded amazing to Eddie. He's never been anything but below-average.)


You think? (It's rhetorical. He knows she's being serious and it makes him feel ten times bigger. He squeaks as Kitty gets on with the doggy kissing.

It's not until then that Eddie finally, finally notices Hawke's cast. He gives a soft gasp, leaning away from both her hand and the dog to look at her with large eyes.)


What happened! To your arm?

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