(Similarly, Eddie's mother would murder him- and Beverly- if she ever knew that this was happening right then. Also similarly, Eddie wished he could forget his own mother, but it seemed like parents were the most stubborn memories. Eddie and Bev had always had unique situations with their parents more so than the other Losers. The extreme ends of one case being mental, and one case being physical, and maybe that was their special connection. After all, there were bad parents, and then there were bad parents. Eddie and Bev understood that too well, even if their suffering were on opposite ends of the spectrum.
He'd feel worse if it weren't for the fact that literally all the Losers had been crying themselves to sleep. This hadn't been easy on a single one of them, but Eddie was here to hopefully make things better. And not just with a little gift he had slaved over in the workshop.
This is the first gift he has ever given a girl, he realizes, and he feels his face flush as she carefully pulls apart the ribbon. A part of him was anxious she would take it the wrong way. He wasn't like Ben or Bill. But he keeps his mouth shut and trusts her to understand.
Eddie can't help but smile in relief when he sees Beverly smile.) Really? Thank God. It was hard making the words look so nice.
(This time, he does hug her back. And he makes up for the time he didn't by not just hugging her, but outright clinging tightly to her. That hug tightens even more fiercely when she said that he was amazing. She still smells like summer and Eddie lets himself relish in this, tucking his face into her soft shoulder. She was a lot different to hug Richie or Bill or Stan. But not different in a bad way. She was soft all over, and he liked it in the same way he sought comfort in hugging Rogue or Clara. He lets go after some prolonged time and sits back, his smile fading. But not into a bad expression, just a serious one.)
I'm sorry, Bev. I know I was- kinda harsh and...you weren't even there for everything. I was really upset. There was a lot--. But I know now, I know that the you here...You wouldn't do that to me. I know none of you would and I gotta believe that. I do believe it. You're my best friends.
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He'd feel worse if it weren't for the fact that literally all the Losers had been crying themselves to sleep. This hadn't been easy on a single one of them, but Eddie was here to hopefully make things better. And not just with a little gift he had slaved over in the workshop.
This is the first gift he has ever given a girl, he realizes, and he feels his face flush as she carefully pulls apart the ribbon. A part of him was anxious she would take it the wrong way. He wasn't like Ben or Bill. But he keeps his mouth shut and trusts her to understand.
Eddie can't help but smile in relief when he sees Beverly smile.) Really? Thank God. It was hard making the words look so nice.
(This time, he does hug her back. And he makes up for the time he didn't by not just hugging her, but outright clinging tightly to her. That hug tightens even more fiercely when she said that he was amazing. She still smells like summer and Eddie lets himself relish in this, tucking his face into her soft shoulder. She was a lot different to hug Richie or Bill or Stan. But not different in a bad way. She was soft all over, and he liked it in the same way he sought comfort in hugging Rogue or Clara. He lets go after some prolonged time and sits back, his smile fading. But not into a bad expression, just a serious one.)
I'm sorry, Bev. I know I was- kinda harsh and...you weren't even there for everything. I was really upset. There was a lot--. But I know now, I know that the you here...You wouldn't do that to me. I know none of you would and I gotta believe that. I do believe it. You're my best friends.