"Listen, um. This is starting to feel a lot like we're getting ready to climb down a well, ya know? It's gotten pretty fucking heavy. And ... the last couple times that happened, I always ... After it was - I mean - the first - I just -"
He huffed out a breath that was clearly anger directed at his own ability to use his words.
"This is dangerous shit, Eds. There - there's stuff that could really go wrong out there. The last time I walked into something this bad, there was something I really should have done first, and I've regretted it every single fucking day of my life since. I can't puss out on it this time, I just - I just can't, so -"
No more rambling. No more waffling. No more dancing around it like the words were lava. It didn't matter what happened after: if Eddie dropped him like a hot potato and ran, he could tell other people to look out for him and take his anger at himself out on the Corroded. If, by the grace of whatever gods Imagination had, it went well? Hallefuckinglujah. But he couldn't just run in circles trying to predict it and figure out the best moment, anymore. The only answer to that question was 'this one'.
He stopped walking and took Eddie's hands - maybe to stop his own from shaking as much as his voice was. Somehow, it came out clear anyway. "I have loved you more than you even can guess for the last twenty-seven years of my fucking life, and I have no intention of stopping now."
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Date: 2020-05-31 09:58 pm (UTC)He huffed out a breath that was clearly anger directed at his own ability to use his words.
"This is dangerous shit, Eds. There - there's stuff that could really go wrong out there. The last time I walked into something this bad, there was something I really should have done first, and I've regretted it every single fucking day of my life since. I can't puss out on it this time, I just - I just can't, so -"
No more rambling. No more waffling. No more dancing around it like the words were lava. It didn't matter what happened after: if Eddie dropped him like a hot potato and ran, he could tell other people to look out for him and take his anger at himself out on the Corroded. If, by the grace of whatever gods Imagination had, it went well? Hallefuckinglujah. But he couldn't just run in circles trying to predict it and figure out the best moment, anymore. The only answer to that question was 'this one'.
He stopped walking and took Eddie's hands - maybe to stop his own from shaking as much as his voice was. Somehow, it came out clear anyway. "I have loved you more than you even can guess for the last twenty-seven years of my fucking life, and I have no intention of stopping now."