[ Eddie is laying across a park bench, a pack of smokes out with a lit one between his teeth. there is no newspaper blanket - he stopped in at a dollar general and grabbed a little blankey there. ]
Old habits dying hard. Someone tells me to fuck off and leave them alone, I give a wide berth until I know I'm welcome again.
[ not that steve would go after him the way certain other people did if he returned home before he was wanted. but old wounds ache all the same through their mental connection. he sits up. looking tired. maybe a little cried out. ]
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[ Eddie is laying across a park bench, a pack of smokes out with a lit one between his teeth. there is no newspaper blanket - he stopped in at a dollar general and grabbed a little blankey there. ]
Old habits dying hard. Someone tells me to fuck off and leave them alone, I give a wide berth until I know I'm welcome again.
[ not that steve would go after him the way certain other people did if he returned home before he was wanted. but old wounds ache all the same through their mental connection. he sits up. looking tired. maybe a little cried out. ]
Fucked up bad, B.