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ᴅᴇᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴄʜᴇsᴛᴇʀ | ᴀᴜ ([personal profile] ruined) wrote 2020-12-11 09:25 pm (UTC)

Hey, kid.

[ Whether he wants it to or not, his voice is softer than it probably should be. It doesn't take an emotional genius to get that Eddie's not feeling all that awesome right now. There's some saying about 'don't ask questions', and honestly Dean's good at it for the most part. At least, he is where most people are concerned. But people he's got a reason to ask? No holds barred.

That quavering note is enough to remind him that he doesn't need to go about this his usual style. Bull in a china shop might work sometimes, but not every time. So he nods, tries not to make it all that obvious that he's trying to work out what kind of shape Eddie's in on the outside too.

He looks skinnier, and it's not like he'd been the biggest kid to start with. He doesn't wait for an invitation, just steps inside past Eddie leaving enough room for the air not to sweep the kid over as he walks past. That's what it looks like, anyway. That one particularly strong gust would knock Eddie on his ass. ]


So I was thinking on the way over. In all our super intellectual high-brow conversations, I don't think I ever asked you how you feel about burgers.

[ It might not be the most subtle opener, but Dean's never been good at the whole subtle thing. Eddie needs feeding decent food and Dean's got a kitchen now to cook in. Besides, one good turn deserves another or some bullshit. Eddie'd had his back when he was living up in Flatwoods Point. ]

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