his immediate response is to back away. in his head, he sees himself run out the door, never looking back. leaving with his tail between his legs seemed a lot better than the shame of FACING her. the overwhelming, heavy ball of b a d, building in the pit of his stomach. truth be told, death seemed pretty appealing when he compared it to this. ❛ what are you doing here ? ❜ it’s asked, accusingly. like any of this is her fault when really, he was the only one to blame. it’d always been his fault. his fault that their mom left, his fault when their dad had hit them, his fault that their dad had died and that everything, s l o w l y but surely, had turned to shit. the fact that she’s looking at him like that, with those eyes that reminded him so much of their brother, didn’t help. not one bit.
her relief to see him shifts at his comment. her eyes are still pricking with tears, and her mind is telling her to stop crying, because she knows how uncomfortable it makes him, but she can’t stop herself. her big brother is alive, and he’s just as much of an ass as he always was. he was still the same, even if seth had told her that he’d changed in mexico. ❝ what am i doing here? i’m taking care of eddie, since he’s supposed to be the only family i have left. -- oh my god, richard. i never thought i’d see you again. ❞ she stops caring about his comfort and decides to be selfish, walking over to him and hugging him tightly. if this was a dream, if she lost her mind, she had at least a few moments to relish in how real it felt to have his stupid, scratchy tie pressed against her face once more.
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