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(It isn't the first nightmare Eddie has had. It won't be the last. Most of his nightmares revolved around IT and the face of the leper IT had worn when hunting Eddie specifically. There were other nightmares too. Awful things in the sewers, Georgie's pale face rolling over in water. Eddie was used to waking up covered in a cold sweat, scarcely able to breathe. All of them were. It was why more often than not they wound up sharing beds together.

Tonight they hadn't though.

And tonight the dream hadn't been directly about IT. Instead it was about his future. In the dream, he could feel his own arm being ripped off. Could feel that life slipping out of him and beyond him. When he woke up with a violent jolt, he could have sworn he still heard the adult Richie from the vision sobbing in his head, sobbing for Eddie.

It echoes throughout the room, and Eddie covers his face with his hands. His face is soaked with tears and sweat. Standing up, he gets out of bed and instantly feels chilly. He steps into his jumpsuit, pulling it up. Instinctively, he wants to go to Bill, to Richie. Even to Jake. But ultimately decides it'd be selfish. Maybe after he cooled off, he'd crawl into someone's bed. For now, he needed to focus on his reality. He walked out onto the back deck from his own room's entrance and sat down on the edge.

It was cool out, and he sat with his elbows on his knees, hands against his temples. His face was streaked with tears, but at least he wasn't actively crying anymore.)

[Max hasn't slept much here. She doesn't want to sleep here because falling asleep equates danger. She dozes off and on, getting a little more rest than she did before Bill had surprised her, and the rest of them, with beds. But she wakes within a half hour of falling asleep every time, and frankly, she's okay with it.

Except it does mean she's tired as hell. And restless. Back home she was used to getting some of her nervous energy out through skateboarding, but here there's no such luxury. She's not even sure skateboards exist here. Bikes are okay, but they've never really been her thing, either.

She rubs a hand over her face and sits up in bed, tossing off the blankets and padding out of her room. She rakes a hand through her hair and makes her way down the hall to the kitchen, but she's not really hungry either. She sighs inaudibly and settles on heading outside to sit on the deck. She and Majima had been wondering whether the stars here were the same as in their respective worlds and she supposes now is as good a time as any to check it out.

Max pauses when she spots Eddie out there already, legs dangling off the deck. She closes the door behind her, lifting her hand in a slight wave before moving to sit down beside him. It doesn't register at first that he's been crying, but she knows instinctively, that something is wrong. She's good at reading body language and with the way he's hunched over, hands against his head...

He's upset.

Shit. She's not really that great at comforting people. Still, she's going to give it a shot. She hesitantly rests a hand on his arm.]

Edited (wow self wow) Date: 2018-02-21 02:44 am (UTC)

(Bill had always been generous. Apparently Frank had helped him, and that was something Eddie wasn't about to forget anytime soon. He was used to beds, and it had been a relief coming home one day to see his room set up.

When the backdoor opens, Eddie automatically looks over. For half a second, he expects it to by one of the boys. Bill and Richie had a thing for seeming to know whenever they were needed, and Jake was a psychic. Instead though, it's Max. Max who had been the first kid here besides his friends that he had properly spoken to. They hadn't quite reached a closer part of their relationship, and so Eddie automatically feels flustered at being caught with tears on his face- even if Max hadn't noticed it just yet.

He rubs at his face a bit uselessly, very quietly sniffing. What surprises him the most, maybe, is her hand resting against his arm. It shocks him silent and motionless. His hands hang in front of him and his eyes focus on that hand touching him. The only girl his own age he'd met that bothered to touch him and offer comfort had been Bev. Laura, too, but that had been different seeing as she was raised at a lab. Most girls just thought he was a wimp or looked straight through him. He can feel heat prickling his cheeks from embarrassment. Yet.

Yet.

Eddie was someone who thrived on comfort. Especially hands that rubbed at backs and arms that offered hugs. So a part of him relaxes, and appreciates the kindness. He smiles a little at her through the dark, and after a couple seconds of this, he silently gets out his device.)

Sleeping's a real bitch, huh?

[Eddie had been the first person she'd really connected with here. So even though they haven't gotten to spend much time one on one together, she feels a natural pull toward him, especially when he looks so upset. She watches him rub at his face and she bites her lip, glancing away because she knows when she's crying she doesn't really like having witnesses. And though she doesn't get up, looking away at least makes her feel like she's giving him a little bit of privacy.

When he goes still beneath her hand though, she holds her breath, not sure how the gesture will be taken. She's debating whether or not to pull her hand away from him because he's staring like he's in shock. Maybe he is. There's a lot she doesn't know about him, about his friends, even if she knows their names because of the way Bill had scrawled all of them on his bedroom wall with charcoal. She's still puzzling over that one. But she doesn't know if he's uncomfortable or not, but he also doesn't pull away.

Max isn't a touchy-feely person. It's not how she was raised, and most of the time she doesn't want anyone touching her at all. Then again up until a couple weeks ago the only people she was really around regularly was her family and well. Enough said there.

She watches him pull out his device and text something, so she pulls hers out, as well, grimacing.]

No shit. [She glances at him sideways and types something else.] Are you okay?

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