No. No.
( He relaxes back into a smile, rubbing his hand over his face. Then leans over the table to grab what’s left of the whiskey bottle — he feels like he needs this too now. Takes a big swig and pauses afterwards. )
It’s not *bad*, but like I’m not about to -
( brows knit together in confusion . there's a whine the catches at the back of his throat ─── and what's left of his rational thinking tells him to just 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 . he's tiptoing a dangerous line with steve .
but it's hard . . . because he's standing there looking ➥
( Moment over, Steve killed it. Not that he would have made ANY sort of move on Eddie; and he’d be too nervous to do it even if the other man wasn’t pretty drunk. Get your shit together, Harrington.
He stands back up, frowning. )
I’m sorry, man. Didn’t mean to be an ass.
( Eyes go round, colour growing in his own cheeks. Eddie smells like whiskey but he doesn’t even care. )
‘Cause you’re always getting yourself into trouble.
( back arching like a cat , slinging his arms around steve's neck ─── grinning stupidly , face flushed with color . )
you've got no faith in me , stevie .
i'm wounded .ᐟ
@veiledfangs how he feels without sounding crazy. They *haven’t* known each other long, and Dra is an ancient vampire. He’s trying not to think about that too hard, because he might spiral.
“I just wanna be with you.”
@veiledfangs about Draven any time they’re apart, wanting to spend all his time with him… it feels dangerous to throw himself headfirst into whatever this is, but he can’t stop himself.
“Yeah, I feel that way about you too,” he says finally, struggling to find the exact words to express -
( Leaning forwards with his hands resting on the arms of the chair either side of Eddie, raising his eyebrows at him. Like it’s some sort of police interrogation. )
Are you sure. You’ve also gotta give me fair warning so I can grab a bucket.