Roleplay [Eddie Munson x OC]

Chapter 4

I'm vibrating with happiness all the way home, but notice Eddie slowly deflating once we're no longer playing our roles. By the time we get to outside my place, Eddie looks pretty upset. He also isn't parking, he just stopped as if to let me out.

"What are you doing?" I ask with genuine confusion.

"Dropping you off, going home." Eddie says, lighting a cigarette even though he just finished one.

"Oh... Okay." I say softly, trying to hide my disappointment. I'm really not used to being alone anymore, he's always there.

"Don't sound so sad." Eddie sighs, still not looking at me.

"Well, I mean... Did I do something? I'm sorry I said I dress like a bum..." I say, and Eddie chuckles.

"That... I don't care about that, it annoyed me at the time but I'm fine. You are a bum." Eddie scoffs, picking at something on his steering wheel.

"Why does it matter if I go home?" Eddie asks quickly.

"I... It's nothing, never mind. I just don't want you to leave angry." I say.

"I'm not angry. The last 3 nights in a row have all been intense and I figured you could use your space." Eddie says, finally looking at me. I just shake my head and shrug.

"What does that mean?" Eddie asks with a smile while also shaking his head and shrugging, mimicking me.

"I don't need space, but I understand if you do." I say.

"None of that bothered you? Nothing tonight was weird for you?" Eddie asks, sounding almost offended.

"I mean, yeah. None of that was your average Tuesday night. I haven't really had time to process it, I really don't know what you want me to say. This has all been really fucking weird." I say, extremely confused at his energy right now. Eddie laughs and drops his face into his hands on the steering wheel. We sit in silence for a few moments.

"We can keep drinking and smoke a joint." I say in an extra sweet voice, pouting my lip dramatically.

"I sleep better when you're there..." I finally admit to him. Eddie looks at me once I say that, reading my face carefully before replying.

"Fine. You win, princess." Eddie sighs, parking the van.

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We get comfortable in bed with a movie and a bunch of snacks, a bottle of whiskey, and a joint. Eddie lightens up a bit after a massive joint, but something is still off about him. He isn't acting like he doesn't want to be here, more like something heavy is on his mind.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I ask eventually when I notice he's deep in thought.

"About what?" Eddie asks.

"I don't know... Tonight seemed hard for you." I say.

"The last couple nights have been, yeah." Eddie says nonchalantly.

"Well, I get last night, but why was tonight so hard on you?" I ask gently, holding up the bottle of whiskey to fill his cup. He doesn't answer right away and is clearly choosing his words wisely.

"How is it so hard for you to see how vile Myles is?" Eddie flat out asks me, looking me right in the eyes.

"What?" I say, sitting up straight, feeling like Eddie smacked me sober with his words.

"I mean this in the nicest way possible, but why is this thing between us even necessary? We can't spend 10 seconds with the guy before he's just awful to you or anyone around him." Eddie continues, slightly slurring his words.