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Despair comes with Goodbyes

Eddy set the tray and the empty dishes on the nightstand when he was done and got off the bed happily. This was amazing, he was finally going to go home. He was so unbelievably happy, he could dance around the room he was so happy. Eddy wouldn't do that though since Brett could be back any moment and it would be hella embarrassing if Brett caught him stupidly dancing around the room. For now he was set on getting himself cleaned up and presentable. If he was going to see Alex and then possibly die then he wanted to look good. If he was going to leave this world he was going to be happy firstly and secondly he was going to look hot. Or at least good. Those were his standards, happy and hot. That was all he needed before being okay with passing. And in this case it was what he wanted for when he saw Alex again. For him that meant he was going to shower to get all the oil out of his hair and skin so he looked clean and not like he hadn't showered for a couple days.

After his shower he dried himself and brushed his hair a bit. Then he got some nicer clothes on to make sure he wasn't in anything bloody or ripped. He had to look like he was doing well so Alex wouldn't want to kill Brett. Brett had gone through enough and Eddy didn't want to add any more trauma to this whole shit show. For now it was best for him to pack. The quicker he packed, the quicker he could leave.

Brett had spent the half hour trying to collect himself, but it had only really ended with him burying himself more into the hole that was his emotional state. It took some time to re-convince himself this was the right thing to do, that Eddy would be better off with Alex. The one thing he couldn't convince himself of was that he would be okay to continue managing himself after dropping Eddy off. He was getting more and more sure he wouldn't be able to do that, wouldn't be able to go back to just functioning as the boss of this large company he had built.
That's why he had ended up pulling out the top left drawer of the desk in his bedroom and taken the little glass with two pills in it and stuck it in the pocket of his blazer. He needed the option.

Eddy folded the new clothes and piled them on the bed, he was pretty sure that Brett wouldn't want them or would burn them. All it held was bad memories. So Eddy supposed, he wasn't completely sure though. He knew he didn't have the balls to ask Brett actually, he didn't want to pour salt into the wound. Yeah, that wasn't a can of worms he wanted to open. It was only bad for both of them.

"I hope this all goes well," Eddy mumbled to himself as he put a stack of clothes on the bed. He ran a hand through his hair, teasing it unconsciously. He liked it a little messy.

It was time. Brett knew he couldn't drag it out any longer. He had to pull himself together, and he'd have to keep his straight face until Eddy ran into Alex' arms later. After that, he'd decide what to do with himself.
"Let's go," he muttered to himself, pushing his own door open and making his way down the hallway with long strides. The strides shortened in length as he approached Eddy's door, though. Or well, it wasn't really Eddy's door anymore, was it? It was just the guest room door now.

Eddy glanced around just to make sure he didn't forget anything. He hadn't, all he really needed to do was to put his boots on. That was all he needed to do, then he could walk out of here. Well after Brett walked him out and such, but still. It was kinda metaphorical. In Eddy's weird philosophical mind. With everything done, he sat on the bed waiting. He was bouncing slightly from his excitement.

Brett knocked on Eddy's door, or well, the guest room door. He kind of wished Eddy would take his time answering, just so he could postpone having him leave. He didn't want this to happen at all.
"You ready?" he asked through the door, surprising himself with how steady his voice was. Maybe he could at least keep up the facade until Eddy was gone?

"Come in, I'm ready!" Eddy smiled, as he stared at the door, he was still waiting for Brett. He was a creature of habit so he would wait for Brett in this situation.