See? See. You can't trust cops. ( uh ) ...Except y'know, you. You're pretty cool. Bet you're a good investigator too, that's why you're always writing all them notes and stuff.
( Not that Eddie's nosed his way through any of the stray notebooks and papers left around, he'd never do anything like that.
Llewellyn's shock is very nearly enough to get him to skitter away as fast as he appeared. It's not that he thinks he's going to be judged by the man exactly, not really, but he's so high strung about the topic that anything might send him into another tail spin.
But he answers, and Eddie takes a slow breath in, and another longer one out, and he doesn't run. Instead he just wrings his hands together, folds them over his chest, unfolds them and pushes them into his pockets, and finally kicks a little at the floor. )
Um. It's just– you ever kissed someone and maybe afterwards realised that he probably didn't want you to do that at all and you shouldn't have done it and now you feel like garbage about it?
he rly be going through it!!!!!
( Not that Eddie's nosed his way through any of the stray notebooks and papers left around, he'd never do anything like that.
Llewellyn's shock is very nearly enough to get him to skitter away as fast as he appeared. It's not that he thinks he's going to be judged by the man exactly, not really, but he's so high strung about the topic that anything might send him into another tail spin.
But he answers, and Eddie takes a slow breath in, and another longer one out, and he doesn't run. Instead he just wrings his hands together, folds them over his chest, unfolds them and pushes them into his pockets, and finally kicks a little at the floor. )
Um. It's just– you ever kissed someone and maybe afterwards realised that he probably didn't want you to do that at all and you shouldn't have done it and now you feel like garbage about it?
( That...sure is a specific hypothetical. )