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[brooklynislandgirl]

"She's a 10, but that's only because the dial doesn't go any higher." (Eddie)

Wait For It....||

It's been over two months since Eddie has seen Beth. She's been there every day, but the light in her eyes was eclipsed by an imbalance that she has little control over. Overtures he's made in trying to offer her companionship, comfort, and nourishment through grilled cheese and even protein shakes to little avail. During those days she was wholly aware of his concern and the moment it became fear but there was little she could do to allay those worries. She's been living with this for twenty or so years now and she's well versed in the little signs that a low was coming. She managed to hide it for so long by renting a hotel suite under a multitude of shadow-names and using only cash so he didn't see any of the charges she would rack up; one of her greatest fears was for Eddie to see her when she was in the thick of an episode. But they've come to a point in their relationship that this isn't a feasible strategy. So Eddie got to see the listlessness that eventually teeters into testiness. The days and days of sleep broken up only by occasional trips to the restroom. By his willingness to more or less doing all the heavy lifting when it comes to getting her in and out of the tub. Of letting her cry or curl up into him. Yesterday had been better than most. She moved around the townhouse slowly but of her own accord. Managed to make it into the yard and sat beneath her Tree for a little while. Afterwards she gets out a struggle of an apology and he's quick to allay her qualms. When he suggests maybe getting her some coffee, she actually says she wouldn't mind going with him. Maybe getting a sandwich while they're out. It isn't much but she knows it's a small victory with him. They're sitting in the sunshine and Beth already knows. There are bags under her eyes and her tawny skin is a touch sallow. Her hair is freshly washed but not styled; it looks like a mess. She knows she's a mess…but he doesn't seem to care about it. She toys with the edge of her napkin, having taken a single bite of the sandwich, but she's managed to get half the vanilla soy latte down without trouble. The women the next table over are the nasty kind, casting glances their way and as they leave, they make sure Beth knows Eddie could do so much better. For a minute, she is absolutely certain Beloved would take the opportunity to snack on fresh meat but Eddie is a little quicker than even his Other. He leans over and addresses the tie-dye clad Uncle at the table on the other side and makes the comment he does. It earns him a mayfly laugh as she looks away because she doesn't really believe it. It has to be enough that Eddie does. She, too, addresses the Uncle. "An' he a ten…but…he's mine…which makes him bo'd a ten-t'ousand, an' my one an' only."