( fortunately, eddie won't deprive waylon of his presence for too long. how long does it make to throw together some soup and sandwiches? ten minutes? twenty minutes, tops? eddie takes about that long, but with his added breaks for regaining his composure [waylon really is just too much] and scorning the fact that he's in the kitchen at all, it rounds out to being closer to thirty.
by that point, the door can be heard creaking open followed by heavy footsteps padding down against old hardwood stairs. eddie has an apron on, which looks silly and strangely charming, and he balances a tray of food in one hand. atop it are the promised sandwiches and a bowl of hearty soup, but there are also freshly picked flowers and a vial of one can only pray is some kind of pain reliever.
he sits at the side of waylon's bed. )
Don't try to sit up, love. You'll strain yourself.
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by that point, the door can be heard creaking open followed by heavy footsteps padding down against old hardwood stairs. eddie has an apron on, which looks silly and strangely charming, and he balances a tray of food in one hand. atop it are the promised sandwiches and a bowl of hearty soup, but there are also freshly picked flowers and a vial of one can only pray is some kind of pain reliever.
he sits at the side of waylon's bed. )
Don't try to sit up, love. You'll strain yourself.