Lookin' like a goddamn mess over here.
But check this out—
He's holding up ozzy the opossum in one hand and then
A baby raccoon
In the other.
Father of TWO (2).
[ Oh. They are on the same page? Her reaction is way too. . . Obvious for him to just ignore or brush off. ]
Unless it's like. Not weird. Or whatever. I don't know. Is it weird? Do you feel weird? I don't. Do you?
Holy shit.
That laugh is pure! Absolutely golden, actually, Eddie's making a mental note— his theatrics get her laughing.
Perfect.
He keeps at it, taking a bow, waving at the invisible crowd.
〝 Seriously though. How do you do all the cheer stuff and not get overwhelmed? 〞
[ Chrissy was hunched
over, laughing uncontrollably
at this dramatics ; she
clapped at his performance,
tears of joy budding in her
eyes and failing to calm
down and catch her breath . ]
〝 I can assure you that I won't be the only one giving you gray hairs and wrinkles. Doin' that to yourself. 〞
An airy chuckle pushes out of him, frisbeeing the pillow back in Steve's direction.
He raised his hand to flip him off, kicking his feet up on the table.
"Shut it Munson. You're gonna give me grey hairs and wrinkles before I even hit thirty."
you’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist
〝 Gee, Stevie, I didn't know you were a lie detector test. 〞
Eddie's rolling his eyes, too, arms crossing over his toned chest.
〝 What normal person eats bones, dude? I'm glad you're dropping it. 〞
Rolling his eyes his arms cross over his chest. "Hard to believe but whatever, we'll just say it's cereal."
Sighing he flopped back onto the couch, hands raised to brush through his hair.