"I'll be here," he says with a flourish of his arm. Then he smiles, a bit crooked, more sincere. "I'm not going anywhere."
When she closes the bathroom door, Eddie turns back to the bedroom, making sure everything is acceptable and he isn't about to be embarrassed if she does sleep in here. The sheets are clean enough, he'd changed them recently, and he hasn't left anything disgusting lying around, no socks, no tissues, no obvious bottle of lotion on his bedside table, so that's good. He grabs the small plate he'd been using as an ashtray, then takes one final look around the room.
Everything looks more or less acceptable. Eddie nods and heads to the kitchen to dump the roaches from the plate into the trash, then shoves the plate into the dishwasher.
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When she closes the bathroom door, Eddie turns back to the bedroom, making sure everything is acceptable and he isn't about to be embarrassed if she does sleep in here. The sheets are clean enough, he'd changed them recently, and he hasn't left anything disgusting lying around, no socks, no tissues, no obvious bottle of lotion on his bedside table, so that's good. He grabs the small plate he'd been using as an ashtray, then takes one final look around the room.
Everything looks more or less acceptable. Eddie nods and heads to the kitchen to dump the roaches from the plate into the trash, then shoves the plate into the dishwasher.