[ 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. ]
(This was precisely why he had called Dean. There was something undeniably dependable about the man as he stepped in with all of the control that Eddie never had in any situation. It just felt good, plain and simple, to have an adult show up, ready to believe him, ready to help him. It's not a luxury he was used to. And Eddie picks up on the soft tone instantly. That was new too.
Eddie doesn't anticipate the invite for burgers. It catches him off guard mostly because adults didn't usually want to just hang out with him. Maybe it was a theoretical question. Eddie's been staring for way too long either way and he shakes himself out of it.)
Oh. Oh- yeah. I love burgers. I practically went vegetarian a few years ago but it's not a strict thing. It's been a while since I've had a good old fashioned beef burger.
(Dean wasn't wrong anyway. Something meaty was probably exactly what he needed. The urge to hug is even more intense, and he bites his lip before caving in. He gives Dean a quick, tight squeeze around his midriff.)
Thanks for coming over. (It's December though. This means the moment he's got Dean in a hug, he's flooded with that intense calm and reassurance Deerington seemed to infuse into every touch lately. It makes him relax almost completely, and he holds on for longer than he had planned to because good lord, how could he not? Hugging was so dope this month.)
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[ 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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Eddie doesn't anticipate the invite for burgers. It catches him off guard mostly because adults didn't usually want to just hang out with him. Maybe it was a theoretical question. Eddie's been staring for way too long either way and he shakes himself out of it.)
Oh. Oh- yeah. I love burgers. I practically went vegetarian a few years ago but it's not a strict thing. It's been a while since I've had a good old fashioned beef burger.
(Dean wasn't wrong anyway. Something meaty was probably exactly what he needed. The urge to hug is even more intense, and he bites his lip before caving in. He gives Dean a quick, tight squeeze around his midriff.)
Thanks for coming over. (It's December though. This means the moment he's got Dean in a hug, he's flooded with that intense calm and reassurance Deerington seemed to infuse into every touch lately. It makes him relax almost completely, and he holds on for longer than he had planned to because good lord, how could he not? Hugging was so dope this month.)