Going Shopping

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Brett switched the car off after stopping in the underground parking garage of the mall. He had just picked the closest mall, and he was feeling excited about this. A teasing thought entered his mind that made his stomach do a flip, the tiny little thought that this felt a bit like a date. He barely dared thinking the word out loud in his head. Eddy wasn't his to have, and Eddy didn't love him. Brett was okay with that.
"Alright, we're here, and I guess this is the most dangerous part of the trip, honestly," he chuckled softly, turning to look at Eddy in the passenger seat of his jaguar."Getting from the parking garage to the shops."

"I will protect you, if someone comes to harm you. I will kill them, no hesitation," Eddy had made a promise, and he intended to keep it. He had said no one would kill Brett, Brett was only going to die by his hand. Although Eddy wouldn't be able to kill him it felt like. He would keep his promise though in other ways.

"Thank you, Eddy," Brett hummed, swapping his glasses for a pair of prescription sunglasses. He couldn't wear them while driving in the dark parking garage. "Let's head inside, then."

"I promised you Brett, I intend to keep it, " Eddy hummed, not sure if Brett completely remembered that. It probably wasn't the most important thing to remember out of everything that had happened between them. Yeah a lot had happened between them and honestly he wasn't sober enough to actually deal with everything.

"I know you did," Brett said, getting out of the car so Eddy wouldn't notice the shift in his energy. While he wouldn't want it any other way, his brain automatically showed him the memory of Eddy's hand pressing against his throat upon being reminded of his mortality.

Eddy unbuckled himself then opened the car door to jump out. After hopping out he closed the door softly not wanting to ruin the car door at all. The car was more expensive than his life...then again what wasn't worth more than his life? At this point a lot was higher ranking than him when it came to worth. He glanced around to make sure no one was coming to slice their throats or something.

Brett shut the car door too, the sound echoing off the concrete walls of the pretty empty parking garage. At least empty of people.
"Where do you wanna go first?" he asked, locking the car. He wasn't as excited about this anymore with his brain getting caught up in the memory of being strangled. A small cough escaped, despite him trying to suppress it.

"I don't know, I think looking around would just be fine," Eddy tried to remember what it was like to be a normal functioning human in society. He would try to not call any attention to themselves or fight anyone. So that meant avoiding any triggers that would make him want to fight someone. Yeah, he could totally do that. First things first was getting out of the parking garage, he had burnt too many bodies in them. He was pretty sure that he had even murdered someone in this one, but he refrained from trying to recall that with Brett right there. The elder didn't need to think he was going to burn him alive or anything. He didn't have the materials to do it anyways.

"Sounds good," Brett nodded, beginning the walk to the elevator that would lead them to the shops. He assumed Eddy would follow. A tiny thought in the back of his head wanted to take his hand, but of course he couldn't do that.
He honestly thought of himself as an idiot for having these thoughts at all. This man had tried to kill him, for God's sake. Twice! Any love he had for the man should have evaporated long ago.
For some reason, though, it hadn't.
Eddy trotted behind Brett like a lost puppy, although he very well could run at that moment and probably should bolt for it. The assassin could probably find his own way home from here, he had observed a lot of things and had seen all the roads plus streets they went down. Finding Alex would've been easy from here most likely, but rather than leaving he just followed with uncertainty. Eddy was really good at following other people, he had duly noted. After all, blindly following anyone who showed him a bit of kindness like a lost and kicked puppy was what had gotten into most of his mess. It was just in his nature it seemed, so he didn't run.

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