[semi-open] ✪ may your smile shine on, don't be scared

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who: Eddie Thawne; Tony Stark, Taako Taaco; anyone else
what: catch-all
when: mid to late March, maybe early April
where: Community Housing; out and about
warnings: flashbacks to traumatic situations in trapped threads; probable mention of suicide (heroic self-sacrifice) and violence
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[This would almost be nice if not for the conversation, both the subject matter and the vulnerability that seems to be part and parcel of the whole thing. It feels like a wound ripped open, raw and bleeding and usually he'd rather just bandage it up and move on, not dig his fingers in until it hurts even more.]

It's another chance though, right? You did what you had to and now you still get to live your fucking life, even if it wasn't the one you thought it was gonna be.

[Eddie can stay here, and live. That's better than death.]

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[That much they could agree on, and Eddie's fingers trail to Taako's wrist before he presses their palms together and smiles, eyes flicking up to the elf's face.]

You're right.

[He takes a little breath, and then laughs, soft and humorless, obviously a deflection.]

I mean. I get to live a life. Not really my life. You know? But it's better than being dead. It's got to be.

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[It's a deflection but he's not inclined to call Eddie on it, both because this is still way too open for his comfort, and because he wants to give Eddie the option to drop the subject if he'd rather.]

As far as I can tell, being dead involves floating around a lake for eternity.
[He smiles, and it's probably a little more sure than Eddie's.] This is way more interesting.

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[It's a relief that Taako lets it go, because Eddie thinks if he dove much deeper into this right now, he'd probably end up choking up in the middle of a restaurant, and Eddie never wants to be that guy crying into his beer, no matter whose life he's living. So he swallows, takes a deep breath, and his smile goes a little more solid, less shaky.]

Seriously? Floating on a lake? Not even waterskiing??

[The smile finally gains a semblance of being real, and Eddie's eyes brighten.]

And yeah, I guess it is. I mean, at least I have one constant in my life. Still a cop.

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I don't even know what water skiiing is, my man.

[It probably requires a body, though, which souls don't exactly have anymore, not counting Kravitz, who's probably exception.]

But hey, there you go. It's not the fucking ideal situation, for sure, but I'm glad you've got something.

[He's trying.]

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Well, I mean, it's pretty much what it sounds like. You strap a board or boards to your feet and a boat drags you around fast enough you can skim on top of the water. It's a lot more fun than it sounds.

[It's easier, this way, talking about more mundane things, like going waterskiing in the afterlife than it is talking about his death and why and how it happened.]

It's definitely something. And I'm...yeah, I'm gonna do my best. No more elevators though, I'm definitely taking the stairs from now on.

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No more elevators is the smartest shit you've ever said. I'll drink to that.

[He hasn't moved his hand from where it's resting under Eddie's, but that's fine, he's got another one he can use to lift up his drink for a toast.]