⊱❀┄ᅠ𝗘𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗘 𝗠𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡.ᅠ┄❀⊰

Out of the shadows and into the sun — Dreams of the past, as the old ways are done.. Oh, there is beauty and surely there is pain — But we must endure it to live again..

He brushes back his hair, looking at him, one arm around his waist. "Have you ever thought of... moving? I mean you are here at my place mostly anyway, right? There is even a spare room, unless you don't mind Max, but she is mostly at college now?"

"Babe... I think a lot of people would miss you." He nearly pouts, sad, brushing his hair back. "I did miss you. You wanna stay the night?"

"Then because of what?" he asks, softly, but the frown stays. His hand moves from his chin to his cheek and into his hair. "Just talk to me, hm?"

(Don’t laugh at him! He’s feeling a lot of things right now.) You like /really/ love me.

[Theirs two more suddenly on the floor ]

[@DEMODIAEMUS ] [This is staring at him]

(He might actually just pass out.) You.. you do? Are you sure? You know how much of a hassle I can be. You want to deal with that forever?

Well… I don’t know. Do you want to?

Unless you don’t want to, which is totally fine. A little disappointing but totally fine. (Hes blabbering, make him stop.)

. . . Maybe. . . One day.

“But you’re so comfy.” He whined back. He did eventually roll off of him with a pout of his own.

There was a small groan, burying his face against Eddie’s neck.

He’s just laying on top on @DEMODIAEMUS to sleep. It’s going to be impossible to move him in the morning.

Anything?

And you love me?