Date: 2019-02-25 06:12 am (UTC)
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Oh God.

He can't tell her that Carl was beating him. That would destroy what fragile moment was brewing between the two of them. His mouth opens and closes before he sets the tube on the nearest surface. The creature inside shifts and Eddie fixes it with a hateful hurtful stare before.

And he wobbles again.

"...Dylan's with me. He's safe. I've been back in San Francisco for awhile now but I..."

He stops.

Looks at her, focused wholly on her. Something visibly changed within him.

"Anne there are no words that can convey how sorry I am for what I did." he licks his lips, "...I need to explain but I gotta know because I -"

Fuck. Fuck.

"I'm doing this wrong. No bullshitting." He twitches, "No Bullshitting. Anne is he ours?"


He knows Dylan is his son. The symbiote was very, painfully, explicitly clear on that.
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