( shopping is horrid, naturally, because each moment away from his wife feels like an eternity. eddie simply can't wait to load his modest hatchback up with brown paper bags and make a beeline back for his newly shared abode. if he breaks a few speeding laws along the way, who could blame him? he has someone waiting for him! a paramour! a love!

rules be damned, he' in love.

so, imagine his surprise when he stomps inside, down the stairs, to find his love in a crumpled heap on the ground. )

Darling, couldn't you wait for my return? I imagine were terrible antsy. I'll admit, I was too. I thought only of you during my excursion...

( he doesn't question how or why waylon's ended up on the ground. in his mind, the girl just got herself so worked up that she flung herself off the bed in an effort to bring them closer together. )

Apologies, my love. This might sting.

( and then eddie is hoisting waylon up from the ground with muscles that seem to contradict the delicate work of a medical worker. lifting patients all day might have something to do with it, but it can't explain all of his bulk and brawn. once he's in the air, eddie is as gentle as possible when he lays him back onto the bed. )

Rest now, Waylon. Overexerting yourself is no good.