[ eddie doesn't hear him clearly at first, too lost at staring down at the stage. there's something about the play that he can't place, that tugs at uncomfortable parts and soft pieces that he'd like to keep buried and not think about.
some things are better left in the past, where berating voices can't be more than distant memories.
he clears his throat, lifts a hand to wipe at his cheek because eddie has been crying. ] Who's Gorg? [ easier than letting anything on the tip of his own tongue slip through. ] And hey. They're not here, man, so they're better off than we are.
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some things are better left in the past, where berating voices can't be more than distant memories.
he clears his throat, lifts a hand to wipe at his cheek because eddie has been crying. ] Who's Gorg? [ easier than letting anything on the tip of his own tongue slip through. ] And hey. They're not here, man, so they're better off than we are.