[He does a few things while Eddie’s still, but mostly he finds himself at his side, back to the wall, crammed into the bed and dozing. He watches Eddie’s face, and yeah, yeah, Eddie Munson is beautiful. Maybe he’s known that all along.
When the first scream comes, Billy tenses. When the second comes, Billy feels himself watching on bated breath. He knows it hurts; knows the pain so intimately well that he can count the seconds between one thing coming alive and the next. He does what he wishes someone had done for him: he sits and pulls Eddie, screaming, into his arms. Holds him and feels so selfishly relieved. Feels so goddamn elated to feel Eddie spasm and howl against him.
He smooths his hair, murmurs a soft croon to his crown: quiet i know it hurts, i got you and that’s it, keep screaming it out, and finally, it’ll be over soon, you’re doing so good. And maybe it’s hours of this, but Billy takes all Eddie has to give.]
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When the first scream comes, Billy tenses. When the second comes, Billy feels himself watching on bated breath. He knows it hurts; knows the pain so intimately well that he can count the seconds between one thing coming alive and the next. He does what he wishes someone had done for him: he sits and pulls Eddie, screaming, into his arms. Holds him and feels so selfishly relieved. Feels so goddamn elated to feel Eddie spasm and howl against him.
He smooths his hair, murmurs a soft croon to his crown: quiet i know it hurts, i got you and that’s it, keep screaming it out, and finally, it’ll be over soon, you’re doing so good. And maybe it’s hours of this, but Billy takes all Eddie has to give.]