Get out

It wasn't the end after all

Brett had to wipe his tears to be sure he was seeing this right. He had seen the hug, he had seen Eddy's happy smile, so why wasn't he stepping inside? It made no sense, but yet there Eddy was stepping away from the door and back out towards the street.
"Wha..?" he muttered out loud to himself, taking his seat belt off and carefully opening the car door.
"Eddy?" he asked, furrowing his brows. What was going on?

Eddy looked at Brett, he was still in shock so his eyes were blown wide and he wore his own face of bewilderment. He was aware of his feeling of wanting to disappear though, "Could you just, like, run me over..."

He knew he was hurt but he didn't understand it. All he knew was he was being hugged then shoved away and getting told to leave.

"No," Brett said, shaking his head. He took a few steps closer to him. "No, Eddy. I can't do that." His voice was still sore from his own crying just a moment ago, but he was realizing something was very wrong, and the need to make sure Eddy was okay was as strong as it used to be eight years ago. "What happened?"

"I got kicked out, " The assassin said eerily calm because hadn't quite sunk in yet. If it had fully sunk in, he wouldn't be functioning right now. He was barely functioning without thinking of death anyways. So it could only go downhill from here.

"Oh," Brett mumbled, really not expecting that answer at all. What the hell was this Alex about? Hug him and then tell him to get lost? "Okay, that's not the outcome we expected, but... I guess we'll go home, then. Come." He took another few steps closer and reached out to try and take Eddy's hand carefully to bring him back to the car. Eddy rather get hit by Brett's fancy car but he supposed that wasn't an option. He couldn't go home or get ran over, so what was he even doing?
"Okay, " Eddy slowly took Brett's hand, his mind was trying to catch up with everything but it felt like his brain had melted.
"It'll be okay," Brett said softly, giving his hand a light squeeze. "I got you."
He opened the car door for Eddy and tried to see if he'd get inside himself or if he needed more help. It was a bit eerie how calm Eddy was. He suspected it was just the calm before the storm, though, and that it would be better to not be there when the bad weather came.

Eddy carefully sat down, not saying anything. His brows furrowed slightly as the scene replayed in his head. He tried to figure out what he did wrong... Well he did a lot of things wrong in the past so it was hard to pinpoint anything. On the other hand he could blame himself.

"You got your seatbelt too?" Brett asked softly, realizing he was very much in danger standing outside the car like this. It was weird how he had gone from being ready to die a few moments ago until he again was in a situation where he needed to take care of Eddy. "Or do you want me to help you?"

"I can do it," Eddy said quietly and a bit sharply, things may not be processing quickly but he was obviously in a bad mood. His everything hurt. Slowly he buckled himself or tried to with his limited brain cells.

Brett closed the door for him and walked quickly around the car and got in. He put his own seatbelt on too and got the parking brake off. He didn't know what to say, or if he should say anything even. It was probably best to be quiet and let Eddy feel the things he needed for a bit.
Eddy closed his eyes, maybe if he pretended to be dead long enough he'd die. Probably not, but one could hope. He licked his lips, not knowing what would happen now. Was he just going to be a prisoner for the rest of his life? It had taken so long for Brett to even let him go, but there was definitely no chance of that now.

"We'll just go home, and then it's up to you, okay? I'll make sure you're as okay as you can be, yeah?" Brett tried, hoping it would assure him, even if it was just a bit. He looked over at Eddy quickly, just wanting to make sure he wasn't gonna do something stupid like jump out of the car in traffic or anything. That's what Brett would feel like doing if he had been kicked out by someone he had been in a relationship with for five years anyway.

"Okay, " Eddy didn't even know what he wanted besides disappearing. The elder had already denied him that though. Eddy didn't want to try to wrap his head around it anymore. It would be so much better to just bash his head open. Then he wouldn't have to think. Most likely that wasn't an option either.

"Wanna get some bubble tea on the way home? Or ice cream?" Brett suggested softly once they came to a stop at a red light. He looked over at the guy and reached out to touch his arm carefully. "I hear that's supposed to make you feel less crap."

"No thank you..." Eddy glanced at Brett, he felt like he was on the edge. He didn't know how long it would take him to break, it was like playing with a ticking time bomb. It wasn't a smart idea at all.

"You sure?" Brett asked softly, having to look back onto the road again when the light turned green. "Or I can get you some when we get home if that's better?"

"The latter is better, "Eddy scared himself with how calm he was. It was like after he killed someone, it felt like something in him was missing. Simply becoming more monster than human the further he strayed from humanity.

"Okay, we'll do it that way," Brett nodded, really worried. It didn't make any sense for Eddy to be this calm. None at all. Eddy nodded slightly. It helped to be detached from these things. They couldn't hurt him if he didn't let it. He had been through so much, so what did it matter if he experienced more heartbreaking moments. Feelings were for losers.

It was quiet as Brett drove back up the driveway and when he pulled into the garage. He felt strange, because he hadn't expected to do that again.
"Let's get inside and get comfortable, yeah?" he suggested, looking over at Eddy. "And then I'll ask someone to get us bubble tea and ice cream."

Eddy carefully unbuckled himself and looked towards Brett. He didn't know what to do. This wasn't his home and he had only been in a couple of the rooms. All he could do in this situation was rely on Brett.

"Come on, I got you," Brett said, getting out of the car quickly and going around to catch him the moment he got out of the car too. He opened the door for him and offered his hand to hold on the way inside, hoping it could be of some comfort. Eddy gingerly took Brett's hand, he hoped the man would guide him somewhere he could hide. He would be okay with the bedroom he had been held in. Then he could curl up under the blankets.

"You okay with your room?" Brett asked softly once they got inside, giving his hand a squeeze. The guy felt strange, and it made Brett want to hug him tightly and make sure nobody could hurt him ever again. He wasn't sure if Eddy would want that, though.

"Yes, please" Eddy would prefer that and had just thought of it. He was familiar with the room that held him captive. Familiarity was good.
Brett was quick to lead him upstairs, looking back at the guy several times on the way to make sure he was still as stable as he seemed. Not that he seemed very stable, but at least he wasn't freaking out. Eddy wanted to be surrounded by something that he knew. At least the mansion had become something he knew, even if not well. It was something and something was all he needed. He kept his gaze on the floor to show how he felt.

"Here we are," Brett said as he opened the door to Eddy's room and pulled him carefully inside. He gave his hand another squeeze. "Wanna tell me... what exactly happened? What... I mean...?"
Eddy looked around the room then looked at Brett, he guessed he could put it into words for Brett. Although he had already said that he got kicked out, wasn't that enough explanation? Apparently not.
"I don't know what happened, one moment he's hugging me then the next another man calls for me and he pushes me away to tell me to leave, " Eddy could get in more detail probably since there were things he noticed. However, what he said was the big takeaway. The thing that hurt the most.

"Oh," Brett said softly, squeezing his hand again. It didn't feel enough at all, like it didn't help at all. Instead, he pulled him into a tight hug, squeezing the younger man. "I'm so sorry this is happening to you, Eddy. I've got you, though. I'll be here."Eddy closed his eyes, it seemed all of his barriers broke in that moment. A weak sob ripped through him as he hugged Brett back. Some things hurt so badly that he couldn't run from them. Maybe he shouldn't run from them though, maybe this was what he needed to be okay. He hugged Brett tighter whilst burying his face in the man's shoulder.