[ His hand slides under the hem of Eddie's shirt to press a palm against his middle, scars and all. The skin-on-skin contact is a connection he craves, blinking down at a shoulder. ]
I'm sorry I ran. I was thinking too much and I got ... scared. I just wanted to stop. Stop all of it.
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I'm sorry I ran. I was thinking too much and I got ... scared. I just wanted to stop. Stop all of it.