(Eddie could hardly understand himself half the time, so she's not particularly alone in that regard. It seems ridiculous, hearing music, but Eddie is young enough and curious enough that it does bring him to his feet.
That and her smile seemed inviting- even if it wasn't directed at him. It seemed happy.
His hands hold together in front of his chest, an age-old sign of anxiety, as he stares cautiously at the nearby floating light. But he steels himself, more eager to see what this was about than he was to be nervous. He reaches a hand out and pokes the light.
Music instantly starts to play inside of his head, and Eddie's practically thrown back into a moment of comfort. It felt like being wrapped up in a freshly dried blanket after being out in the snow all day. Felt like breathing after running a mile. He smiles a little bit himself.)
Hot shit! (The words erupt out of him, and he looks directly at her.)
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That and her smile seemed inviting- even if it wasn't directed at him. It seemed happy.
His hands hold together in front of his chest, an age-old sign of anxiety, as he stares cautiously at the nearby floating light. But he steels himself, more eager to see what this was about than he was to be nervous. He reaches a hand out and pokes the light.
Music instantly starts to play inside of his head, and Eddie's practically thrown back into a moment of comfort. It felt like being wrapped up in a freshly dried blanket after being out in the snow all day. Felt like breathing after running a mile. He smiles a little bit himself.)
Hot shit! (The words erupt out of him, and he looks directly at her.)
That's incredible.