(The door opens with a tiny creak. A small face pokes out and yeah, Eddie looks like he had just gone through a month of possession all right. Some weight loss on an already small frame and dark, exhausted eyes. His hair isn't even styled which, honestly, is the biggest giveaway of all.
Plus he has that cagey look on his face like he doesn't entirely trust what's on the other side of the door. But once he sees that it's clearly Dean, he opens the door up the rest of the way.
There's this massive drop of relief in his gut and Eddie distantly realizes that this is the second time in a relatively short amount of time where he's willingly let himself seek out help from an adult.)
Hi. (Don't cry, Eddie, holy shit. His voice does that wobbly little thing and for a second he sounds like he's eleven all over again. God he could feel how badly he missed having an adult to go to - even if the only adult back home was the Worst Person Ever for him. He was, at the end of the day, still just a kid.)
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Plus he has that cagey look on his face like he doesn't entirely trust what's on the other side of the door. But once he sees that it's clearly Dean, he opens the door up the rest of the way.
There's this massive drop of relief in his gut and Eddie distantly realizes that this is the second time in a relatively short amount of time where he's willingly let himself seek out help from an adult.)
Hi. (Don't cry, Eddie, holy shit. His voice does that wobbly little thing and for a second he sounds like he's eleven all over again. God he could feel how badly he missed having an adult to go to - even if the only adult back home was the Worst Person Ever for him. He was, at the end of the day, still just a kid.)
Thanks for coming. She's in the uh- backyard.