(It's okay, they would have plenty of opportunities to later mock him about being a hypochondriac and a loser. Those were practically his defining traits.
Eddie twists the toe of his shoe into the ground, feeling the awkwardness of a kid who doesn't know how to handle emotions bigger than himself. Except Eddie is good all the way through his core and he wants to - to something.)
That'd be like me saying I should just give up and let myself be sick like my mom wants.
(The funny thing is, they'll both go back to this at some point anyway, won't they? Eddie understood the difficulty of changing your fundamental self. It wasn't so easy as doing this or that. Still, he was trying to relate, trying to encourage.
Eddie bites at the corner of his mouth before instantly releasing it. Chewing your lip can cause heart failure, Eddie.
Instead of saying, he does. Eddie shuffles forward and opens his arms up and wraps them around Chara. Just does it. Thinks to himself the safe, enclosure of arms around him. Not his mother's arms, but arms that belonged to faces he no longer remembers, arms that made his entire being ache with loss and love and so many more feelings than just what could be named out of a dictionary. He squeezes those feelings out into Chara.)
I'll be your friend.
(It...Isn't really a solution or a piece of advice. It's nothing, maybe, to Chara, but for Eddie, friendship was one of the most valuable pieces of the universe wrapped up in a neat, little package. And maybe if Chara had one good friend, they might feel like they're a little better off in fighting what they couldn't help.
So, maybe death wouldn't have Chara- but Eddie would.)
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Eddie twists the toe of his shoe into the ground, feeling the awkwardness of a kid who doesn't know how to handle emotions bigger than himself. Except Eddie is good all the way through his core and he wants to - to something.)
That'd be like me saying I should just give up and let myself be sick like my mom wants.
(The funny thing is, they'll both go back to this at some point anyway, won't they? Eddie understood the difficulty of changing your fundamental self. It wasn't so easy as doing this or that. Still, he was trying to relate, trying to encourage.
Eddie bites at the corner of his mouth before instantly releasing it. Chewing your lip can cause heart failure, Eddie.
Instead of saying, he does. Eddie shuffles forward and opens his arms up and wraps them around Chara. Just does it. Thinks to himself the safe, enclosure of arms around him. Not his mother's arms, but arms that belonged to faces he no longer remembers, arms that made his entire being ache with loss and love and so many more feelings than just what could be named out of a dictionary. He squeezes those feelings out into Chara.)
I'll be your friend.
(It...Isn't really a solution or a piece of advice. It's nothing, maybe, to Chara, but for Eddie, friendship was one of the most valuable pieces of the universe wrapped up in a neat, little package. And maybe if Chara had one good friend, they might feel like they're a little better off in fighting what they couldn't help.
So, maybe death wouldn't have Chara- but Eddie would.)