One: Eddie realizes they are on a train. Despite the strain of the actual situation, he has spent his entire life desperate to jump a train and escape. Had he finally done it? Did he not remember it?
But if it was a train then...He was alone. Where were his...his...Faces come to mind, but each one is blurred, and distorted. He can't even recall their names.
The second thing happens immediately after this realization: a boy is talking to him. A boy with nice hair and broad shoulders is talking to him and not threatening to kill him or beat his ass down. Eddie feels a flush of embarrassment when he realizes that Peeta knew he was crying. He rubs harder at both of his eyes, trying to permanently clear the proof away, but he was a chronic cry baby so it was probably useless.
"Eddie. I'm Eddie. It's...um. It's nice to meet you..." Spoken hesitantly, because given his history with meeting guys around his age, most of them wound up ragging on him sooner than later. Even if Peeta's eyes are warm and even if he kind of smells like a bakery. Eddie turns away somehow, putting his body between Peeta and his broken arm, as if it would even do anything.
He's about to say nothing more to the boy. He's too paranoid and has zero tact. He doesn't know how to be comforted either. Least of all by another guy.
But...The boy is holding his hand out to shake. To touch Eddie. Willingly.
"Um..." He reaches out tentatively with his real hand, and the warmth is immediately comforting. He swings their hands in a small shake.
"I've-," Eddie begins but abruptly stops when he sees Peeta's prosthetic leg. "Oh."
Eddie removes his hand from Peeta's and instead moves it to Peeta's prosthetic, not even thinking twice about personal space. "That's...You're like me. Wow. Except looks like yours is a little nicer."
sorry this is a teensy slow ! your peeta is amazing btw
One: Eddie realizes they are on a train. Despite the strain of the actual situation, he has spent his entire life desperate to jump a train and escape. Had he finally done it? Did he not remember it?
But if it was a train then...He was alone. Where were his...his...Faces come to mind, but each one is blurred, and distorted. He can't even recall their names.
The second thing happens immediately after this realization: a boy is talking to him. A boy with nice hair and broad shoulders is talking to him and not threatening to kill him or beat his ass down. Eddie feels a flush of embarrassment when he realizes that Peeta knew he was crying. He rubs harder at both of his eyes, trying to permanently clear the proof away, but he was a chronic cry baby so it was probably useless.
"Eddie. I'm Eddie. It's...um. It's nice to meet you..." Spoken hesitantly, because given his history with meeting guys around his age, most of them wound up ragging on him sooner than later. Even if Peeta's eyes are warm and even if he kind of smells like a bakery. Eddie turns away somehow, putting his body between Peeta and his broken arm, as if it would even do anything.
He's about to say nothing more to the boy. He's too paranoid and has zero tact. He doesn't know how to be comforted either. Least of all by another guy.
But...The boy is holding his hand out to shake. To touch Eddie. Willingly.
"Um..." He reaches out tentatively with his real hand, and the warmth is immediately comforting. He swings their hands in a small shake.
"I've-," Eddie begins but abruptly stops when he sees Peeta's prosthetic leg. "Oh."
Eddie removes his hand from Peeta's and instead moves it to Peeta's prosthetic, not even thinking twice about personal space. "That's...You're like me. Wow. Except looks like yours is a little nicer."