[he would have flinched away from this, back in Hawkins. would have pushed Eddie away and told him to get a grip; told him to grow some balls. it feels like a million years ago, feels like that ugly part of him has grown rotten with time. so he holds Eddie Munson against him, rubs circles in his back and combs his fingers through his curls the way he used to do for mom. he presses his nose into his hair, let's him sob and wail and rock through it.
whispers that's it, and you're okay, and i've got you. things he's always wanted to hear. it turns out you just have to do all the shit no one ever did for you. it's a revelation.
his own eyes sting a little. grief. anger. an empty sort of acceptance. he thinks he might give a shit about Eddie Munson more than he realised. ]
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whispers that's it, and you're okay, and i've got you. things he's always wanted to hear. it turns out you just have to do all the shit no one ever did for you. it's a revelation.
his own eyes sting a little. grief. anger. an empty sort of acceptance. he thinks he might give a shit about Eddie Munson more than he realised. ]