[ Angela had the sinking suspicion that my educating him in the way of medicine that he might be better able to give him the tools to understand his own health as well as what doctors told him. Knowledge was power and it was a power she wanted to bestow on Eddie, who had been so misled about medicine and health.
To his question about Xanax she shook her head. ] You will be monitored and I will keep you safe. So long as you follow my directions you shouldn't have any trouble with it.
[ And then his arms were around her and she was a little caught off guard. Quickly though she wrapped him into a tight hug and held onto him closely. It was not hard at all to see how lonely he had been and if she could offer even a bit of protection from that loneliness her arms were open.
She pulled back a bit, she would still have to work on that confidence though, but starting with letting him get her a drink was a beginning. ]
(That sinking suspicion was pretty spot on. Power did a lot for a kid Eddie's age, but especially for a kid like Eddie in general. It didn't take much to leave a lasting impression on him was the thing.
Her response does enough to reassure him. He would sooner trust Angela than some doctor he had met for all of five seconds. Eddie was pretty sure that guy might have just been trying to scare him. Adults so often liked to scare children. Sometimes they thought it protected them, other times it was just the sadist nature of them- or so Eddie figured anyway.
There's an almost electric kind of happiness he gets from her hugging him back. He soaks up the affection and squeezes tighter against the hug. It wasn't just a hug of loneliness, but something else that toed into familial lines that Eddie hadn't felt in some time now. Not since Clara. It opened up a deep ache that he didn't know what to do with right now. He was glad for the distraction of drinks.
Eddie wipes his hands down the sides of his legs, his palms a bit sweaty from his panic earlier. He really did feel a lot better. Eddie climbs to his feet, leading Angela inside without another word. The lights were mostly all on, and the house was a bit quiet. Some low music was playing from up a staircase brightly lit by fairy lights and covered in license plates. As he meanders into the kitchen, it doesn't take a genius to glance around and see an absence of authority. It isn't dirty in the house, but there's a sort of casual recklessness that one might expect from a house owned by kids. The living room as a bit of a mess with a half collapsed fort, and when they go into the kitchen, he opens up the cabinet to a bunch of colorful, mismatched cups of varying sizes. They are tiny things, sure, but too many added up to paint a bigger picture.
That picture is bigger when he opens the fridge (which is unsurprisingly covered in hokey magnets and Polaroid pictures of memories) and reveals the dismal insides. There's some sandwich making supplies, and a hell of a lot of juice and milk. There's even a few pill bottles scattered about in the fridge too. Go figure. He scratches at the back of his head, keeping the fridge opened with his hip.)
Ummmm. I have lemonade and apple juice. And milk. I guess water too? Do you want anything special? (How does one be a good host??)
[ As she is led into the house, she is immediately aware of the sort of casual disarray going on. It's not that it's terrible, but it looks lived in by children. She remembers hearing that Eddie lived with Will for awhile. Chloe had mentioned that she is staying there.
Looking in the fridge only furthers this sinking suspicion that there may actually not be an adult present at all. She had seen over the feed a few adults checking in on them and yet it had never occurred to her that perhaps they were living here on their own.]
Oh a glass of lemonade will be just fine, thank you.
[ She lets him play host, moving over to the kitchen table to take a seat. Her thoughts are on the fridge and the home and finally she can't hold her tongue about it anymore. ]
Eddie, are you and Chloe here alone?
[ She keeps the question casual and removed of all judgement. ]
Sure. (Out comes the lemonade and he gets around to pouring her a glass of it. He spares her a glance at the question, brow quirked. Thankfully it doesn't seem like he seems too nervous to hide the fact because he answers easily enough.)
Oh, yeah. She actually just moved in after Will...After Will vanished.
(The words stick uncomfortably in his throat for a second, and it's not really complicated as to why. He had lost just about all his friends since showing up to Deerington and it wasn't easy.)
Before it was just Will and me. Back when Bev was here, she lived with me too, but she's one of my best friends from home so obviously she lived with me.
(Which makes it clear that Bev was just a kid too. Eddie pours himself a glass of lemonade and puts the jug back into the fridge. He brings the two cups over to the table and sits next to her, handing her one of the cups.)
It's pretty awesome having Chloe around though. She can cook! Beats eating sandwiches every day. (Said in a very simple boyish excited way.
Yup. Definitely having lived alone for a while now.)
[ Guilt and irritation flood her system as she listens. She keeps the feelings under wraps, but she can't help but feel that she should have known something was off, why hadn't she asked who was caring for him. Then again, why had no one else stepped up to the challenge.
They way he talks makes it sound like they are doing okay on their own, but that really doesn't matter. It's not okay for them to be alone. It's not okay at all. ]
I am glad that you have each other Eddie...but neither one of you should be on your own. Has no one been looking in on you?
[ Making sure they had healthy food? Making sure their basic needs were met? Making sure that they had the support of adults to lean on while they were stuck here? ]
(It's something Eddie has heard before from adults. Eddie doesn't look particularly phased. Instead, he sips at his lemonade and stares at her from over the edge of his cup. He shrugs.)
No. But that's kinda how adults work. I've basically been on my own for like. A year.
(Adults would always say how they were super worried about him or something, but then they'd say he was fine alone and leave him to his own devices. Some said he would have to grow up eventually.
Eddie figures this will be another one of those situations. It's less against Angela, and more against how adults have always been.)
Not that I know of. (Which was a little creepy sometimes but at least they weren't completely alone.)
Sometimes an adult will ask if I'm eating okay or whatever. (If that was what she was worried about.)
Adults shouldn't work that way. You may feel like you are okay on your own, but there is a reason that children aren't released into the world until they are older.
[ She also knew how awful it was to be alone. As an orphan it hit her hard.
She felt sick to her stomach that she hadn't checked in on him better. She should have known, but now that she did she was going to find a way to remedy this. She glances out the window to the house next door. Dark. Empty. Very close. An idea was beginning to formulate in her mind. ]
Well. [ She set her glass on the table and a determined look came over her. ]
It's settled then. I'll move into the house next door and be available to you and Chloe.
(Eddie doesn't say anything to that. It's one of those very odd situations. Eddie was young enough that he, on a daily basis, craved some maternal structure or presence in his life. Eddie loved his own mother, but he wouldn't want her in his life again if he could help it, but he did want a mother in his life. He wanted it so bad that it made him ache.
But he was also old enough that Eddie felt like he couldn't really admit that anymore. He felt like maybe he shouldn't want to have a parent around. In many ways, he didn't want a parental figure around. He was twelve and he wanted to be on his own because what twelve year old boy didn't relish the thought of being able to stay up as late as he wanted or eat what he wanted when he wanted? It was freeing.
It was a messy contradiction of a situation, and Eddie doesn't feel like there's a right reply to be given. It really was awful to be alone too. There were many times Eddie wanted to cry into his momma's chest all over again. Maybe he didn't think adults could fix the world, but sometimes he felt like they were the only ones with the power to make it softer.
When they bothered to use that power- and everyone knew Eddie thought most adults never used their power for good.
Except for adults like Angela. His whole body itches to go to her when she offers- no, insists living next door. His arms ache to hug, and instead, he sits there, clutching his lemonade. His face was a little red, and he was gnawing at the inside of his cheek. Easy there.)
....You don't...have to do that. (It's not an argument whatsoever. It's clear that Eddie wants her to do that, but isn't sure how to go about saying as much. He didn't want her to think he needed her. He didn't want her to think he was a baby who couldn't take care of himself. He didn't want to tell her what to do with her life.
But God, there was some serious relief beginning to flourish in his chest.)
[ There was a part of her that wanted to tell him that she would be moving directly into his home to take care of things. However, she also had a suspicion that it wasn't the best idea to place herself directly into their line of sight. Eddie and Chloe had been without adult supervision for awhile and both of them were very hesitant around adults. There is also the part of her that really doesn't fully know how to parent. She's always been on her own save for a relationship or two and children are not in the cards for her. She didn't doubt that they could be fine with a little space, after all she had grown up without direct adult supervision, she understood kids could take some care of themselves, especially teenagers. It would be the same as it had been with her and Tobjorn. A present adult that did not step on any toes.
No, the large house next door looked like the perfect solution. Let the children feel like they had a little bit of freedom, and she would provide and care for them from a very close distance that would allow her a comfortable access to them. If there was a crisis she would be there in moments and her door would always be open to them.
She picks up quickly on the relief that Eddie is feeling. It's definitely the right thing to do. ]
Nonsense. I can't stand the place that I am living and you both need someone that you can rely fully on. I'll be able to be there for you at any time and you can come and go from my home as you please. I will take care of the adult things and you and Chloe can just be kids.
(It wasn't necessarily as if Eddie would refuse Angela moving in with him. He would never know how to tell an adult no, and maybe that right there was the problem. Eddie was still young enough that his mindset was solidly locked in the foundation that adults had absolute control over him. It's why he loathed every time an adult raised their voice or told him to do something.
It wasn't that Eddie was always against what he was told to do. It was that he hated how he knew adults knew that Eddie had no choice but to agree. It was a power dynamic that Eddie couldn't get out of, and every time some adult didn't leave him with any choice, he automatically felt anxious. Because what did that mean for the future? How far would it go until an adult was taking advantage in other kinds of ways just because they had the power to? Eddie knew what happened to Beverly. Knew what happened to Dorsey Corcoran. He wasn't fucking stupid.
Not that he thought Angela would ever go that far, or even nudge up against the line of abuse. She was too good, too kind and thoughtful. There wasn't a part of her that Eddie thought could be abusive least of all to children.
But it was a mentality so thoroughly buried inside of Eddie that it was near impossible to get him thinking away from that.
So Angela not pressing to live with him? It was a comfort because it felt a little bit like Angela giving him the space to be free.
It almost felt like a gift. A gift that sounded like trains going far, far away, and seagulls crying overhead as they flew somewhere far from Eddie.
His eyes are wet for just a second, but then he's blinking a few times and drinking the rest of his lemonade to get over that thick feeling in his throat.)
Thank you. (Eddie finally says, his voice wobbling.)
Chloe deserves that. (Which he felt from the bottom of his heart. Chloe was just a kid too. He didn't really think being eighteen or nineteen somehow magically transformed people into mature adult-thinkers. Not at all. That was silly.
More than that, he felt like he wanted it too, but he didn't know if he deserved anything in this world, so he remains quiet in regards to him.)
If you need help with anything, Chloe and I would both pitch in.
[ She was a little bit relieved that Eddie so willingly accepts the offer. She had half expected a bit of push back on the idea, or at the very least insistence that they didn't need it. She is quick to realize just how much they need it when she doesn't get that push back.
Already she is formulating a moving plan in her head. She takes another sip of the lemonade and smiles at Eddie. ]
You both do. This place puts enough pressure on you. It's time to let someone else carry a little of that extra burden.
Besides, maybe the two of you can make sure that I remember to eat.
[ They could look after each other that way, after all it didn't need to be one sided. Angela might have been great at taking care of others, but her self care waned sometimes. ]
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To his question about Xanax she shook her head. ] You will be monitored and I will keep you safe. So long as you follow my directions you shouldn't have any trouble with it.
[ And then his arms were around her and she was a little caught off guard. Quickly though she wrapped him into a tight hug and held onto him closely. It was not hard at all to see how lonely he had been and if she could offer even a bit of protection from that loneliness her arms were open.
She pulled back a bit, she would still have to work on that confidence though, but starting with letting him get her a drink was a beginning. ]
I think a drink would be wonderful.
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Her response does enough to reassure him. He would sooner trust Angela than some doctor he had met for all of five seconds. Eddie was pretty sure that guy might have just been trying to scare him. Adults so often liked to scare children. Sometimes they thought it protected them, other times it was just the sadist nature of them- or so Eddie figured anyway.
There's an almost electric kind of happiness he gets from her hugging him back. He soaks up the affection and squeezes tighter against the hug. It wasn't just a hug of loneliness, but something else that toed into familial lines that Eddie hadn't felt in some time now. Not since Clara. It opened up a deep ache that he didn't know what to do with right now. He was glad for the distraction of drinks.
Eddie wipes his hands down the sides of his legs, his palms a bit sweaty from his panic earlier. He really did feel a lot better. Eddie climbs to his feet, leading Angela inside without another word. The lights were mostly all on, and the house was a bit quiet. Some low music was playing from up a staircase brightly lit by fairy lights and covered in license plates. As he meanders into the kitchen, it doesn't take a genius to glance around and see an absence of authority. It isn't dirty in the house, but there's a sort of casual recklessness that one might expect from a house owned by kids. The living room as a bit of a mess with a half collapsed fort, and when they go into the kitchen, he opens up the cabinet to a bunch of colorful, mismatched cups of varying sizes. They are tiny things, sure, but too many added up to paint a bigger picture.
That picture is bigger when he opens the fridge (which is unsurprisingly covered in hokey magnets and Polaroid pictures of memories) and reveals the dismal insides. There's some sandwich making supplies, and a hell of a lot of juice and milk. There's even a few pill bottles scattered about in the fridge too. Go figure. He scratches at the back of his head, keeping the fridge opened with his hip.)
Ummmm. I have lemonade and apple juice. And milk. I guess water too? Do you want anything special? (How does one be a good host??)
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Looking in the fridge only furthers this sinking suspicion that there may actually not be an adult present at all. She had seen over the feed a few adults checking in on them and yet it had never occurred to her that perhaps they were living here on their own.]
Oh a glass of lemonade will be just fine, thank you.
[ She lets him play host, moving over to the kitchen table to take a seat. Her thoughts are on the fridge and the home and finally she can't hold her tongue about it anymore. ]
Eddie, are you and Chloe here alone?
[ She keeps the question casual and removed of all judgement. ]
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Oh, yeah. She actually just moved in after Will...After Will vanished.
(The words stick uncomfortably in his throat for a second, and it's not really complicated as to why. He had lost just about all his friends since showing up to Deerington and it wasn't easy.)
Before it was just Will and me. Back when Bev was here, she lived with me too, but she's one of my best friends from home so obviously she lived with me.
(Which makes it clear that Bev was just a kid too. Eddie pours himself a glass of lemonade and puts the jug back into the fridge. He brings the two cups over to the table and sits next to her, handing her one of the cups.)
It's pretty awesome having Chloe around though. She can cook! Beats eating sandwiches every day. (Said in a very simple boyish excited way.
Yup. Definitely having lived alone for a while now.)
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They way he talks makes it sound like they are doing okay on their own, but that really doesn't matter. It's not okay for them to be alone. It's not okay at all. ]
I am glad that you have each other Eddie...but neither one of you should be on your own. Has no one been looking in on you?
[ Making sure they had healthy food? Making sure their basic needs were met? Making sure that they had the support of adults to lean on while they were stuck here? ]
No neighbors or anything?
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No. But that's kinda how adults work. I've basically been on my own for like. A year.
(Adults would always say how they were super worried about him or something, but then they'd say he was fine alone and leave him to his own devices. Some said he would have to grow up eventually.
Eddie figures this will be another one of those situations. It's less against Angela, and more against how adults have always been.)
Not that I know of. (Which was a little creepy sometimes but at least they weren't completely alone.)
Sometimes an adult will ask if I'm eating okay or whatever. (If that was what she was worried about.)
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[ She also knew how awful it was to be alone. As an orphan it hit her hard.
She felt sick to her stomach that she hadn't checked in on him better. She should have known, but now that she did she was going to find a way to remedy this. She glances out the window to the house next door. Dark. Empty. Very close. An idea was beginning to formulate in her mind. ]
Well. [ She set her glass on the table and a determined look came over her. ]
It's settled then. I'll move into the house next door and be available to you and Chloe.
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But he was also old enough that Eddie felt like he couldn't really admit that anymore. He felt like maybe he shouldn't want to have a parent around. In many ways, he didn't want a parental figure around. He was twelve and he wanted to be on his own because what twelve year old boy didn't relish the thought of being able to stay up as late as he wanted or eat what he wanted when he wanted? It was freeing.
It was a messy contradiction of a situation, and Eddie doesn't feel like there's a right reply to be given. It really was awful to be alone too. There were many times Eddie wanted to cry into his momma's chest all over again. Maybe he didn't think adults could fix the world, but sometimes he felt like they were the only ones with the power to make it softer.
When they bothered to use that power- and everyone knew Eddie thought most adults never used their power for good.
Except for adults like Angela. His whole body itches to go to her when she offers- no, insists living next door. His arms ache to hug, and instead, he sits there, clutching his lemonade. His face was a little red, and he was gnawing at the inside of his cheek. Easy there.)
....You don't...have to do that. (It's not an argument whatsoever. It's clear that Eddie wants her to do that, but isn't sure how to go about saying as much. He didn't want her to think he needed her. He didn't want her to think he was a baby who couldn't take care of himself. He didn't want to tell her what to do with her life.
But God, there was some serious relief beginning to flourish in his chest.)
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No, the large house next door looked like the perfect solution. Let the children feel like they had a little bit of freedom, and she would provide and care for them from a very close distance that would allow her a comfortable access to them. If there was a crisis she would be there in moments and her door would always be open to them.
She picks up quickly on the relief that Eddie is feeling. It's definitely the right thing to do. ]
Nonsense. I can't stand the place that I am living and you both need someone that you can rely fully on. I'll be able to be there for you at any time and you can come and go from my home as you please. I will take care of the adult things and you and Chloe can just be kids.
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It wasn't that Eddie was always against what he was told to do. It was that he hated how he knew adults knew that Eddie had no choice but to agree. It was a power dynamic that Eddie couldn't get out of, and every time some adult didn't leave him with any choice, he automatically felt anxious. Because what did that mean for the future? How far would it go until an adult was taking advantage in other kinds of ways just because they had the power to? Eddie knew what happened to Beverly. Knew what happened to Dorsey Corcoran. He wasn't fucking stupid.
Not that he thought Angela would ever go that far, or even nudge up against the line of abuse. She was too good, too kind and thoughtful. There wasn't a part of her that Eddie thought could be abusive least of all to children.
But it was a mentality so thoroughly buried inside of Eddie that it was near impossible to get him thinking away from that.
So Angela not pressing to live with him? It was a comfort because it felt a little bit like Angela giving him the space to be free.
It almost felt like a gift. A gift that sounded like trains going far, far away, and seagulls crying overhead as they flew somewhere far from Eddie.
His eyes are wet for just a second, but then he's blinking a few times and drinking the rest of his lemonade to get over that thick feeling in his throat.)
Thank you. (Eddie finally says, his voice wobbling.)
Chloe deserves that. (Which he felt from the bottom of his heart. Chloe was just a kid too. He didn't really think being eighteen or nineteen somehow magically transformed people into mature adult-thinkers. Not at all. That was silly.
More than that, he felt like he wanted it too, but he didn't know if he deserved anything in this world, so he remains quiet in regards to him.)
If you need help with anything, Chloe and I would both pitch in.
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Already she is formulating a moving plan in her head. She takes another sip of the lemonade and smiles at Eddie. ]
You both do. This place puts enough pressure on you. It's time to let someone else carry a little of that extra burden.
Besides, maybe the two of you can make sure that I remember to eat.
[ They could look after each other that way, after all it didn't need to be one sided. Angela might have been great at taking care of others, but her self care waned sometimes. ]