(Hawke very well might be better at it than she realizes. Or maybe it's just how she is in particular that works well with Eddie, because he felt comforted by her just fine without her trying too hard. Her calmness and certainty helped to ground him. That tell-tale humor in her mannerism made him feel like things couldn't be completely shit, or else she wouldn't be making jokes so easily.)
And fungal infections. You can lose a toe. (Which is horrifying to think about, but he mostly just sounds tiredly amused. A good sign.
He grins back at her, and lets himself be amused for just a split second at the idea of a monster struggling with his ribs too much to enjoy eating him. It's what a monster would deserve.
You're tougher than you think. Eddie shuts his eyes, and he can almost hear Bill saying the same exact words. He lets the feeling of someone else's confidence in him wrap him up. He takes a small breath and gives a nod.)
Okay. Thank you, Hawke.
(He does something then that's probably a little childish, but he doesn't really care. She had just saved his life, and he felt a wealth of affection bubbling up inside of him. He leans forward and kisses her on the cheek towards her ear. It's a brisk gesture, and soon, he's holding onto her shoulder with his good hand and pushing himself gingerly up. He gets shakily to his feet, sweating from the pain, and maybe a little from his panic attack from earlier.)
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And fungal infections. You can lose a toe. (Which is horrifying to think about, but he mostly just sounds tiredly amused. A good sign.
He grins back at her, and lets himself be amused for just a split second at the idea of a monster struggling with his ribs too much to enjoy eating him. It's what a monster would deserve.
You're tougher than you think. Eddie shuts his eyes, and he can almost hear Bill saying the same exact words. He lets the feeling of someone else's confidence in him wrap him up. He takes a small breath and gives a nod.)
Okay. Thank you, Hawke.
(He does something then that's probably a little childish, but he doesn't really care. She had just saved his life, and he felt a wealth of affection bubbling up inside of him. He leans forward and kisses her on the cheek towards her ear. It's a brisk gesture, and soon, he's holding onto her shoulder with his good hand and pushing himself gingerly up. He gets shakily to his feet, sweating from the pain, and maybe a little from his panic attack from earlier.)
Jesus this is a real bitch.