(If Eddie had a larger sense of self and what was really going on here, he'd probably have a similar sentiment. He was a child accustomed to being complacent, but even that would wear him down.

God damn if that wasn't a good reason to fear their current situation.

No, Eddie probably couldn't carry her weight at all, but he liked to think that sometimes he was bigger than he actually was. No matter how blatantly underdeveloped he was. No boy liked to think they were anything less than at least decently sized. Eddie wouldn't notice her reluctance to touch him- at least night right away. He was not at all used to older kids like Rogue touching him, after all.

He doesn't seem insulted by her rejection, merely shrugging and slipping right on off his bike to stand beside it.)

Works for me. I'm probably wearing down my tires too much anyway.

(He's far more interested in this ice cream business though.)

Marshmellowy but fruity? (He could almost instantly picture what that tasted like, and his face lit up with a satisfied looking grin.)

That sounds like a not-shitty version of Peeps, almost.