[again, he reaches for that part of him that would hold his mother after a bad fight. remember her hands in his hair, her kisses on his forehead. remembers warmth, vaguely, and knows he can't give Eddie that, not really.
still, he sits up. reaches for the guitar, gentle detangles it from Eddie's hands. places it askew against the bed, opposite the bats. then he works on muscle memory: reaches for Eddie's shoulders to pull him close, flush against his chest. Billy swallows some of that too-thick spit again and hesitates, just for a second, before he soothes one hand down Eddie's back, and then other against the back of his head. he exhales, shaky. ]
She'd still be dead, and that's not on you. It's on him. That thing. What were you supposed to do? Come on.
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still, he sits up. reaches for the guitar, gentle detangles it from Eddie's hands. places it askew against the bed, opposite the bats. then he works on muscle memory: reaches for Eddie's shoulders to pull him close, flush against his chest. Billy swallows some of that too-thick spit again and hesitates, just for a second, before he soothes one hand down Eddie's back, and then other against the back of his head. he exhales, shaky. ]
She'd still be dead, and that's not on you. It's on him. That thing. What were you supposed to do? Come on.