Wait, you intend to fix the monsters under the city thing?
[Eddie takes a breath, latches onto the first thing he can make himself focus on, squinting through the semi-darkness as the other person makes his way down the stairs, step by step. Licking his lips a little nervously, he watches until the other man is finally a bit closer to him, enough that he can see him a bit through the darkness.
For a moment, Eddie struggles not to press himself closer to the little window in the door, where a few streaks of light come through. As good as it is to have company, Eddie doesn't exactly want the other guy to see how messed up he is over this. How many memories it's bringing up, memories that are too fresh and recent to be anything but raw and painful still.]
Numbers aren't really my specialty, sorry. I'm all down for less creepy ideas, though.
[For a moment, he's quiet, then he looks out through the sliver of glass again, lips pursed, as if he's looking for someone outside that might help.]
Your suit?
[It's idle, just to make conversation, but Eddie isn't really expecting the kind of suit Tony might mean. Eddie being who he is, the first thing he thinks is tailored cloth and a tie, not iron.]
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[Eddie takes a breath, latches onto the first thing he can make himself focus on, squinting through the semi-darkness as the other person makes his way down the stairs, step by step. Licking his lips a little nervously, he watches until the other man is finally a bit closer to him, enough that he can see him a bit through the darkness.
For a moment, Eddie struggles not to press himself closer to the little window in the door, where a few streaks of light come through. As good as it is to have company, Eddie doesn't exactly want the other guy to see how messed up he is over this. How many memories it's bringing up, memories that are too fresh and recent to be anything but raw and painful still.]
Numbers aren't really my specialty, sorry. I'm all down for less creepy ideas, though.
[For a moment, he's quiet, then he looks out through the sliver of glass again, lips pursed, as if he's looking for someone outside that might help.]
Your suit?
[It's idle, just to make conversation, but Eddie isn't really expecting the kind of suit Tony might mean. Eddie being who he is, the first thing he thinks is tailored cloth and a tie, not iron.]