[She hiccups a small I know, and means it. Doesn't doubt it, they way she couldn't ever doubt that Eddie loves her. She cries a little longer, because once she starts it's hard to stop. It's a wet venting, and just the tip of a larger dam waiting to break. But after a while, it comes to a pathetic sniffle, becomes her hand scrubbing at her nose and eyes, her wandering out of Eddie's arms to go splash cold water on her face.
Then she strips and crawls into bed - demands, feebly, that he come in too. She doesn't think she'll sleep, really. What she wants is to feel Eddie's heart beat under her hand, to feel the tickle of his hair against her face, and to know he isn't going anywhere else, either. ]
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Then she strips and crawls into bed - demands, feebly, that he come in too. She doesn't think she'll sleep, really. What she wants is to feel Eddie's heart beat under her hand, to feel the tickle of his hair against her face, and to know he isn't going anywhere else, either. ]