Didn't Eddie lead by saying Dylan was safe? With him? And now he's trying to affirm her he's alive. She goes to down her shot but then Eddie's moving on, describing her son - and she's thinking back to those dark days and how everything had fallen apart and she had scant few pictures of him before her incident, before he was confiscated while she was in recovery and losing custody to Carl Fucking Brock, who had no intentions of sharing anything about her son.
And she'd been in this dark place ever since.
She leans forward to set the glass on the table, misses, drops it, hears it shatter and feels and smells the bourbon as it splashes across the floor. Her son is with an abuser and Eddie is suggesting - what? Rescue? How? Eddie thought she was dead - Venom had made him think she was dead - and technically, for a little bit, she was.
Technically a part of her had died. She wasn't coming back like she'd been before. She buries her face in her hands, desperately trying to hold back tears that had been building, building for the past - god, how many years? She hasn't cried. How many years she's been carrying these weights by herself and now Eddie's here and whether or not he realizes it, he's lifting some of that self-imposed burden and she feels almost dizzy.
"I should have told you." Words choked and muffled, but sincere. Maybe Venom was at fault for erasing her, but she was at fault for not giving him the benefit of the doubt in the first place. Dylan had been her world and she tried to carry him on her shoulders and fell.
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Date: 2019-02-26 04:24 am (UTC)And she'd been in this dark place ever since.
She leans forward to set the glass on the table, misses, drops it, hears it shatter and feels and smells the bourbon as it splashes across the floor. Her son is with an abuser and Eddie is suggesting - what? Rescue? How? Eddie thought she was dead - Venom had made him think she was dead - and technically, for a little bit, she was.
Technically a part of her had died. She wasn't coming back like she'd been before. She buries her face in her hands, desperately trying to hold back tears that had been building, building for the past - god, how many years? She hasn't cried. How many years she's been carrying these weights by herself and now Eddie's here and whether or not he realizes it, he's lifting some of that self-imposed burden and she feels almost dizzy.
"I should have told you." Words choked and muffled, but sincere. Maybe Venom was at fault for erasing her, but she was at fault for not giving him the benefit of the doubt in the first place. Dylan had been her world and she tried to carry him on her shoulders and fell.