[ Eddie feels Jason go limp and pulls himself back and off, pinker than he was before. the leg doesn't look much better, but the other wounds do.
His eyes are on Billy. The joint between Billy's lips. Billy's lips themselves. He's a beautiful man, a goddamn greecian statue made flesh.
Jason's adrenaline is pumping through his veins. He feels drunk on it.
And Eddie reached out tentatively - Uncertain if he remembers his final moments of life correctly or not - to touch a hand to his cheek, the other pulling the joint away so he can lean in and kiss. ]
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His eyes are on Billy. The joint between Billy's lips. Billy's lips themselves. He's a beautiful man, a goddamn greecian statue made flesh.
Jason's adrenaline is pumping through his veins. He feels drunk on it.
And Eddie reached out tentatively - Uncertain if he remembers his final moments of life correctly or not - to touch a hand to his cheek, the other pulling the joint away so he can lean in and kiss. ]