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[gadaboutdetective]

Mmhm... So I just need to record a message? Right, then!

You have reached the inbox of Detective Llewellyn Watts
I’m unable to respond right now but if you leave me a message I will uh— get back to you as soon as possible.

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[wheezed]

( Eddie tried to talk to Stan about this, and he was his typical enigmatic self about it all. "Talk to Richie", he'd said, like that was in any way practical advice for Eddie to follow. Ridiculous. And Eddie would normally talk to Richie, except right now there's a very obvious reason why he can't. They're barely talking, a pale imitation of their former friendship, and every time Eddie sees his stupid face he wants to scream until his lungs explode.

So. He can't talk to Richie.

Unsurprisingly, he's fit to burst. )

Obviously!

( He never means to burst when he does, but this is something of a pattern for Eddie now. He doesn't even ignore problems, he straight up blocks them out entirely until it's so much that he's vibrating with the efforts of his own repression. And then, inevitably, he unleashes on whatever poor soul is unfortunate enough to be caught in the blast radius.

Eddie takes another deep breath, shaky and a little wetter than he'd like, and then doesn't stop talking for a very long time. )

I didn't mean to, I just– he hurt himself and I was so worried because he's so stupid all the time! All the time, I'm serious! And he had blood all over his arm and I was so mad because he's always getting into dumb situations and– and he was just being him and I didn't mean to, but I just...fucking kissed him and who even does that? He was hurt?! And he looked so shocked and I just– I didn't... I didn't mean it, and now I'm pretty sure he secretly hates me and everything sucks. So–

( The rant only cuts off because Eddie's chest is whistling and he can't ignore it any longer. He has to stop long enough to suck on the end of his rattling inhaler, and by the time he's got a few good puffs in he's run out of steam.

Eddie just shrugs his shoulders instead, fumbling the inhaler away and staring at the floor. )

[gadaboutdetective]

[Llewellyn raised a brow at the ‘Obviously!’ as though to patiently suggest that at this point, it was definitely not obvious. He could open his mouth and say that, but he knows Eddie is just about ready to explode into another rambling explanation again.

The kid needed to let it out, as hard as it was to follow sometimes. Holding all that in was going to give the kid heart problems before he was twenty.

So he waited a moment or two, and then listened as another wave of words were thrown his way. All the expected anxiety and panic obvious from the rate and tone of Eddie’s voice. Wow... There was so much to unpack there, the detective needed a minute to run it over in his head a few times. At least he had time, as Eddie took a couple good puffs from his inhaler.]

So... Um... In a state of panic, you acted on impulse and kissed him. Believe it or not, I’ve uh— seen that happen. That seems like a fairly normal emotional response when someone you have feelings for is past the worst of some sort of danger. He might have been shocked because he didn’t expect it, but uh— I believe you should probably try to talk to him to confirm his feelings before you decide he hates you.

[Basically, Llewellyn is saying Stan is right without saying Stan is right.]

To be honest, having observed both of you since — I expect around the time this happened — you’re both rather anxious and miserable over awkwardly avoiding each other. At least if you approach him and find out how he felt, you could make a logical decision on how to progress from there, rather than continue without certainty.