[His eyes glance fast, lingering on the blood on Eddie’s lips while something in his gut begins to unwind with want. Thirst. He’s dizzy with it.
He remembers Eddie Munson in moments; picking fights with juniors like Jason Carver; his voice loud in the hallways; the way his fingers looked rolling a joint; the bandana hanging from his pocket. Eddie Munson had a life, he knows. Had friends. Had so much in him he looked fit to burst.
Now, weak and bleeding out, Billy wonders what he’ll be like after. The same, he hopes. He’s endured so much quiet already; he doesn’t know if he can anymore.
His thumb, though, has moved. Swiped the blood from Eddie Munson’s pretty lips to press against his own tongue. His eyes lift, hold against Eddie’s and considers.]
You’re already dead, Munson. [it’s neither kind or unkind. Just factual.] Let me make it easier.
[See, see - if he lives, if he changes, it’ll hurt. Hurt worse than anything before. But this - the draining, the morphine-high numbness will at least feel nice, just for a while.]
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He remembers Eddie Munson in moments; picking fights with juniors like Jason Carver; his voice loud in the hallways; the way his fingers looked rolling a joint; the bandana hanging from his pocket. Eddie Munson had a life, he knows. Had friends. Had so much in him he looked fit to burst.
Now, weak and bleeding out, Billy wonders what he’ll be like after. The same, he hopes. He’s endured so much quiet already; he doesn’t know if he can anymore.
His thumb, though, has moved. Swiped the blood from Eddie Munson’s pretty lips to press against his own tongue. His eyes lift, hold against Eddie’s and considers.]
You’re already dead, Munson. [it’s neither kind or unkind. Just factual.] Let me make it easier.
[See, see - if he lives, if he changes, it’ll hurt. Hurt worse than anything before. But this - the draining, the morphine-high numbness will at least feel nice, just for a while.]