( eddie doesn't have any right to be this worried over the fact that his boyfriend may or may not have stumbled into a serial killer's lair. norman had made it out alive and he managed to save to girls in the process seemingly by accident. like he's just that good. like he can't even go for a walk without rescuing people along the way. it's what he signed up for, really, when he agreed to enter a relationship with a serial killer murder detective. this, to norman, probably feels like nothing.
but to eddie—otherworldly, inhuman eddie with an alien ball of goo on his side— he can't imagine anyone living life without the same protections.
at the end of the day, he's happy norman's in one piece, that's all. he says as much when he opens the door for him. along with: )
I love you, too. I wanted to say it person. How the fuck do you keep winding up in murder dens? Where's the dude now? I love you. Do you want coffee?
( There's a lot going on in his head right now. He's surprised that he managed to form complete sentences, as non sequitur as they are. )
[Norman barely clears the landing before wrapping his arms around Eddie and slumping against him, face completely hidden in the crook of Eddie's neck. He's not outwardly emotional at all - the only obvious struggle he's facing at the moment is against extreme exhaustion.]
Coffee. Sure. [More than anything else, Norman would really like to avoid all the questions Eddie keeps hurling at him, but he knows that's unfair. Eddie's very rightfully worried and some reassurance is a small price to pay for the comfort of his presence.
When Norman finally lifts his head, the room's dim light reveals that some of the deep shadows creasing Norman's face are actually purply-black bruises and welts. He went into that house without his weapon, with no protective gear at all, and while he's very lucky that the kidnapper didn't get hold of a weapon either, it does mean that he took a very visible and colourful beating in their hand-to-hand fight.]
He's in lockup. Cops and feds are still at the scene. Girls were taken to hospital. I got looked over and sent home, givin' my statement tomorrow. [This is all delivered in a flat monotone, just to get it out of the way.] As for how I wound up there... I guess usin' ARI for so long didn't fuck up my natural agent instincts after all.
( Since they're going to be up all night anyhow, might as well make a night of it with coffee and movies or something. Chances are they won't be watching much of anything, too busy focused on each other as they always are when they're in each other's company, but a movie could be nice background noise.
Venom shuts the door behind them, hi, buddy. And when Norman lifts his head, Eddie can't stop the soft ) Holy shit. ( before gently taking Norman's head in his hands and raising it higher. The light isn't much of anything, but Eddie can recognize bruises when he sees them, no doubt from having so many of his own over the years. What the fuck did this kidnapper do, hurl a chair at his face? Jesus.
Rather than over scrutinize, Eddie just give a cursory look-over to make sure nothing looks broken enough to require an ice pack or, worse, a trip to the hospital. Satisfied that nothing is damaged in beyond repair, he kisses Norman's not-broken nose before letting go. )
I could have told you that. You're crazy good at your job, man. You clocked me for an alien on, like, day one.
C'mon.
( Knowing that Norman was on his way over, Eddie tidied up. His apartment isn't ever a total mess, but all of his notebooks and pages of on-the-go scribbles have been neatly stacked with his laptop off to the side. The chickens are huddled together on the couch, asleep. There are blankets galore stacked and folded on the opposite end of the couch. )
You want something to change into, or do you wanna keep your ass-kicking clothes on all night? I've got sweatpants.
[Norman doesn't even wince when Eddie reaches for his face, despite the many many sore spots he could easily bump or prod - his trust in Eddie is absolute, and has been since he first learned how carefully Eddie had to guard his life in the early days. Which isn't to say that Norman doesn't also trust Venom now, but V himself has been totally open about how readily he would've devoured Norman's brain during that time.]
Yeah, he got me good, but I got the KO. [A fierce little smile twists his mouth, almost a snarl.] Don't worry, the paramedics okayed me before I left.
[Eddie's praise feels like something with a soft, warm glow settling into Norman's belly, driving away shadows that made him feel perpetually on the verge of screaming his whole way here. He lets himself be led deeper into Eddie's apartment and nods at the question about clothes, then clarifies:]
The murder den smell on my hero costume's gettin' old, honestly. I'll grab something to put on while you make coffee. [Norman's sense of humour may be somewhat caustic, but at least it's back. While he searches out the most worn-in and comfortable-looking sweats he can find, he adds:] You got anything sweet to have with it?
[He's even seeking out comfort food. Norman's gonna be okay :')]
( His humor is back, and while Eddie can't bring himself to laugh along–too soon—he does smile. Eddie's apartment is open season; there's nothing that Norman could find that Eddie hasn't already told him. Between the alien, the chickens, and being on the run for murdering a monster alien, Eddie doesn't have anything to hide. Which is a great feeling. Wow, who knew that trusting someone could be so nice?
Which is to say he doesn't blink when Norman heads off the scour his closet. Have fun in there, bud. )
Yeah, uh, you want sugar or Splenda? Spenda's normally for V. We're trying to work on his cavities. But he doesn't mind sharing. And you want milk while we're at it?
( Eddie's coffee is the color of caramel when he's done, all full of sugar, creamer, milk... less coffee than anything else. )
[Norman's taller than Eddie but Eddie is much broader than Norman, which pretty much evens out when it comes to sharing casual clothes, and bundling up in Eddie's clothes is very much a comfort thing for Norman when he gets to do it. He's in simple grey sweats and a hoodie when he joins Eddie in the kitchen instead of shouting his answer and leans against his big, solid back.]
Even the big guy's got a fear of dentists, huh? [There - now his humour is even warming up slightly.] Sugar for me. Bit of milk. I meant sweet stuff like... cookies or donuts, that sorta thing, but this works too.
( Eddie’s clothes aren’t large enough to dwarf him or anything, but they are big enough to look fashionably oversized. Eddie thinks he looks great naturally, and he turns his head when he feels a weight against his back. )
Gotta keep those big, scary is good shape for as long as possible. ( Some growl comes from deep within him, Venom’a immediate response to not wanting his teeth talked about in this way. Dentists are for humans. He’s above this. ) We have, uh… Oreos? Make it an Oreos and coffee kind of night?
( He still obliges with milk and sugar, but Venom reaches above them both to grab the Oreos. The rest of the snack cache is mostly chocolate and chocolate-adjacent. )
[When Venom hands Norman the Oreos, he reaches to try and give the tentacle a quick, fond pat, if the alien will allow it. Does V like pets?] Thanks, V.
I bet Oreos go great with coffee, 'specially how you drink it - that's practically just a glass of milk anyway. [Norman nudges Eddie with a thin ghost of a smile, then heads for the couch with the Oreos in one hand and his own coffee in the other. How did he ever come down from hard work nights without these two in his life, he starts to wonder...
... but then the answer comes to him: escape. Escape into ARI, or escape into Triptocaine and the way it smoothed all his rough edges even when he wasn't burned out from the former. Escape into some sort of fiction where FBI work was heroic or glamorous or interwoven with fascinating sci-fi elements and done by beautiful people in perfect control of themselves. He just didn't deal with any of it at all. Maybe drinking coffee and eating cookies and most likely getting a bit handsy just to feel something pleasant again isn't dealing with it, but it's not escape either. Eddie won't let him shut the evening away where he never has to reach it again.
Thank god for that, and for Eddie.]
I wanna watch something so fuckin' stupid my brain doesn't even have to come online to process it, any recommendations?
( If it helps, Eddie's style of escapism via alcohol and, in the past, drugs, probably isn't all that different from what it takes for Norman to find his temporary nirvana; Norman just happened to meet Eddie during a time in his life where there's nothing he feels the need to escape from. He's doing better than he has in a long time, and seeing how his 'better' involves him being on the run from the government with an alien in tow, it probably speaks to just how bad things were up until now.
Still, Norman should know that anything about Eddie is on the table to talk about, including his past, but chances are Norman isn't here for more downers.
So, sure, they can eat Oreos, drink coffee and, probably, fuck on the couch if that's what it takes to save Norman from himself if only for one night. It's not even a question to Eddie. )
Making a Murderer is probably a little too spot on. ( It's the last thing in Eddie's queue, as Norman can see once Eddie sits beside him and set down his coffee only to replace it with the remote. Beside murder shows, there's a string of vapid reality television dramas. Just what the doctor ordered. ) Love is Blind it is. That's the one where people get married after talking through a brick wall for three weeks without ever seeing each other... yeah, it's as terrible as it sounds.
BUT NICK AND DANIELLE ARE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER.
Yeah, no, their personalities are all wrong for each other. You'll see... Norman, we're eventually gonna need you to weigh in on this one.
[There's a faint, fond smile on Norman's lips while he watches Eddie and Venom bicker. He's got his coffee right up to his mouth when Eddie turns the question back on him and has to take a moment to catch up, looking at both of them over the rim.]
Oh, uh - yeah, might as well put it on now, then. But if V threatens to eat me, I'm takin' his side. No honor amongst food.
[Norman's joking in an almost knee-jerk way now, leaning on the "I'm fine, see? Haha, so many jokes, look how fine I am" thing too hard. This is just such a pleasant, cozy atmosphere that it feels like a shame for him to drag his damage into it, even if it was set up to help soothe him in the first place.
The decision made, he opens up the Oreos and sets a couple on his lap. He eats them by dunking the entire cookie in his coffee without separating it at all, then nibbling off the softened bit and repeating the action again. Just like a young boy with cookies and milk. After only those couple of cookies and a few sips, he already feels somewhat revitalized.]
( norman went toe-to-toe with a killer less than an hour ago—nothing he could do would be too much or too little, considering.
the show is just what it need to be: the perfect mix of color, cheese, and background noise to zone out to. no brain power necessary, just watch the contestants introduce themselves and all the reasons they're looking for love. eddie put shows like these on while he's working, only half paying attention while venom stays fully engrossed.
somewhere between the first conversation and the first proposal, eddie speaks up. )
You ever think about going to a professional? It's not normal, what you do. All I do is write stories and see a shrink twice a week. You... deal with murderers. Could be worth getting some stuff off your chest.
[At Eddie's words, Norman unconsciously wraps both hands tightly around his coffee mug - a tiny show of defensiveness, hidden as well as he can manage. Eddie doesn't actually deserve any of that defensiveness when he's been open about seeing someone himself, and he's completely right that it could do Norman good.]
Yeah. [Still, Norman sounds pretty cagey about it.] Yeah, I... I think about it. Just goin' to a lot of professionals right now so I'd rather wrap one up before I add on another one.
[To be fair, he really is seeing a lot of specialists. Since stopping his use of ARI entirely, he's been set up with an opthalmologist, a neurologist, an ENT - and fully none of them have had good news to report. Then there's NA to keep him off Triptocaine, which is a whole other harrowing experience on its own.
With a quiet sigh, Norman loosens his grip on his mug and presses in closer to Eddie. It was just a suggestion. No reason for him to get bristly.]
Next week I should find out if the eye doctor wants to do a double cornea replacement. If the answer's no, I probably won't need to see her again. That'll leave me some room to find a therapist or whatever.
( With the shift in body language, Eddie's willing to back off, but then Norman speaks anyway. So he eats a cookie and listens, only adding: )
Busy schedule.
( Norman always has a lot going on, which he admires, but it's even more admirable that this new wave of blocked-up calendars is all to better himself from the sounds of it. Doctors, surgeons, specialists. None of it is easy. Norman is good at doing hard things—Eddie love him for that. )
Double cornea? They think that'll help with... ( No need to beat around the bush, ) seeing shit?
( Eye surgery would also put Norman out of commission for a while—months probably—and for a workaholic like Norman, that sounds pretty close to a death sentence. )
Nah, it's for... y'know the blood in my tears sometimes? The headset gave me somethin' called light toxicity in both eyes. I'm lucky it didn't burn right through my fuckin' corneas. [A little frisson of very raw anger vibrates through his words and then passes.] That's what would bring on the vertigo and photophobia when I went really hard with ARI, too. Sometimes it heals itself, sometimes it needs some help.
[Thus the question of surgery. He'd rather avoid it at all costs, but he'd also rather not go through life having the world lurch and swim around him if he looks too directly into a full-spectrum light and he'd really rather put a stop to the bleeding eyes.]
I might need tinted glasses too. Think I could pull 'em off?
[He lifts his head from Eddie's shoulder to give him a genuinely curious look, as if anyone could actually pull off tinted glasses. Be gentle with him, Eddie.]
Yeah. Yeah, crying blood stops being a neat party trick after the second or third time, I'm guessing. Then people just start wondering if you're actually possessed. Or just like really, really sick.
( Norman is lucky. Corneas doesn't have anything to do with irises, he knows, but Eddie would still be pretty bummed should something about this potential surgery affect Norman's eyes. He'd be fucking devastated if this surgery went wrong in any kind of way, but that's a horrible way to think about a procedure so he will the thought away. )
You? You look good in anything, man. You even make sweatpants three times your size look hot as fuck.
( Eddie sets down his mug and turns to him, bringing one knee up on the couch. )
[One of the many, many things Norman appreciates about Eddie is how he never feels the need to tell Norman how big and scary something sounds. He knows damn well that ocular surgery is a terrifying prospect, just like he knows that leaving it and crossing his fingers that it'll heal on its own comes with its own fears. He doesn't need anyone reinforcing that for him. Eddie's "joke and move on" approach feels like a balm on his nerves in comparison.
And then the energy between them shifts along with Eddie's physical shift to face him, and Norman sets down his coffee and cookies as well so that he can give Eddie's thigh a firm squeeze.] Two times my size, at most.
[Then he looks over at Eddie with a crooked grin that's all invitation.]
( He's not opposed to stating the obvious, but Norman's right. They both know something dangerous is looming in the horizon; there's no need to overstate it. )
Woooow. You think my ass is big?
( Plus this is something he's sure they'd both enjoy more: hands on each other. A kinetic release of stress, frustration, passion, fear—whatever it is they're individually holding on to, it's like therapy in its own right. Eddie takes the hand on his thigh and drags it higher to where Norman can feel that he's already beginning to swell beneath his own comfy pants. Then he surges forward to kiss him, but not before saying: )
[Norman winds up laughing against Eddie's mouth but quickly catches up to the kiss, then grabs his arm and tries to tug him closer.]
C'mon, get your fat ass up here.
[Ever since the first time, Norman's always loved having Eddie in his lap. Every single part of him is so perfect to touch: firm and rounded with the kind of bulky muscle Norman can never put on his own body, but also soft in a few areas for Norman to really sink in his fingers and hold on tight. Just the thought of it is enough to start blood flowing downstairs with anticipation... god, the two of them are far too horny.]
( Venom would agree; these morons are way, way too horny. What about the show? Clearly becoming overly invested in terrible reality television was the whole point of this meeting! Norman's lucky that he can't hear Venom grumble about human physiology. A live narration of Eddie's dumb response to dumb external stimuli really stops being hot after... well, it was never really hot.
On the bright side, Eddie is taking his fat ass as a compliment—because he knows that's how Norman means it—and obliges by settling himself in Norman's lap. It's true that it's been a while since they've done this, both finding themselves caught up with their respective investigations. Eddie's gotten really close in his own right to nailing a group of local criminals, with the help of Venom. And Norman, of course, works too hard for his own good.
It's quite literally a detriment to him.
Not the time to criticize someone's dedication to the cause. Not when Norman's lips are on him and Eddie's immediate response is to grind his hips down against him. )
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( eddie doesn't have any right to be this worried over the fact that his boyfriend may or may not have stumbled into a serial killer's lair. norman had made it out alive and he managed to save to girls in the process seemingly by accident. like he's just that good. like he can't even go for a walk without rescuing people along the way. it's what he signed up for, really, when he agreed to enter a relationship with a serial killer murder detective. this, to norman, probably feels like nothing.
but to eddie—otherworldly, inhuman eddie with an alien ball of goo on his side— he can't imagine anyone living life without the same protections.
at the end of the day, he's happy norman's in one piece, that's all. he says as much when he opens the door for him. along with: )
I love you, too. I wanted to say it person. How the fuck do you keep winding up in murder dens? Where's the dude now? I love you. Do you want coffee?
( There's a lot going on in his head right now. He's surprised that he managed to form complete sentences, as non sequitur as they are. )
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Coffee. Sure. [More than anything else, Norman would really like to avoid all the questions Eddie keeps hurling at him, but he knows that's unfair. Eddie's very rightfully worried and some reassurance is a small price to pay for the comfort of his presence.
When Norman finally lifts his head, the room's dim light reveals that some of the deep shadows creasing Norman's face are actually purply-black bruises and welts. He went into that house without his weapon, with no protective gear at all, and while he's very lucky that the kidnapper didn't get hold of a weapon either, it does mean that he took a very visible and colourful beating in their hand-to-hand fight.]
He's in lockup. Cops and feds are still at the scene. Girls were taken to hospital. I got looked over and sent home, givin' my statement tomorrow. [This is all delivered in a flat monotone, just to get it out of the way.] As for how I wound up there... I guess usin' ARI for so long didn't fuck up my natural agent instincts after all.
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Venom shuts the door behind them, hi, buddy. And when Norman lifts his head, Eddie can't stop the soft ) Holy shit. ( before gently taking Norman's head in his hands and raising it higher. The light isn't much of anything, but Eddie can recognize bruises when he sees them, no doubt from having so many of his own over the years. What the fuck did this kidnapper do, hurl a chair at his face? Jesus.
Rather than over scrutinize, Eddie just give a cursory look-over to make sure nothing looks broken enough to require an ice pack or, worse, a trip to the hospital. Satisfied that nothing is damaged in beyond repair, he kisses Norman's not-broken nose before letting go. )
I could have told you that. You're crazy good at your job, man. You clocked me for an alien on, like, day one.
C'mon.
( Knowing that Norman was on his way over, Eddie tidied up. His apartment isn't ever a total mess, but all of his notebooks and pages of on-the-go scribbles have been neatly stacked with his laptop off to the side. The chickens are huddled together on the couch, asleep. There are blankets galore stacked and folded on the opposite end of the couch. )
You want something to change into, or do you wanna keep your ass-kicking clothes on all night? I've got sweatpants.
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Yeah, he got me good, but I got the KO. [A fierce little smile twists his mouth, almost a snarl.] Don't worry, the paramedics okayed me before I left.
[Eddie's praise feels like something with a soft, warm glow settling into Norman's belly, driving away shadows that made him feel perpetually on the verge of screaming his whole way here. He lets himself be led deeper into Eddie's apartment and nods at the question about clothes, then clarifies:]
The murder den smell on my hero costume's gettin' old, honestly. I'll grab something to put on while you make coffee. [Norman's sense of humour may be somewhat caustic, but at least it's back. While he searches out the most worn-in and comfortable-looking sweats he can find, he adds:] You got anything sweet to have with it?
[He's even seeking out comfort food. Norman's gonna be okay :')]
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Which is to say he doesn't blink when Norman heads off the scour his closet. Have fun in there, bud. )
Yeah, uh, you want sugar or Splenda? Spenda's normally for V. We're trying to work on his cavities. But he doesn't mind sharing. And you want milk while we're at it?
( Eddie's coffee is the color of caramel when he's done, all full of sugar, creamer, milk... less coffee than anything else. )
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Even the big guy's got a fear of dentists, huh? [There - now his humour is even warming up slightly.] Sugar for me. Bit of milk. I meant sweet stuff like... cookies or donuts, that sorta thing, but this works too.
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Gotta keep those big, scary is good shape for as long as possible. ( Some growl comes from deep within him, Venom’a immediate response to not wanting his teeth talked about in this way. Dentists are for humans. He’s above this. ) We have, uh… Oreos? Make it an Oreos and coffee kind of night?
( He still obliges with milk and sugar, but Venom reaches above them both to grab the Oreos. The rest of the snack cache is mostly chocolate and chocolate-adjacent. )
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I bet Oreos go great with coffee, 'specially how you drink it - that's practically just a glass of milk anyway. [Norman nudges Eddie with a thin ghost of a smile, then heads for the couch with the Oreos in one hand and his own coffee in the other. How did he ever come down from hard work nights without these two in his life, he starts to wonder...
... but then the answer comes to him: escape. Escape into ARI, or escape into Triptocaine and the way it smoothed all his rough edges even when he wasn't burned out from the former. Escape into some sort of fiction where FBI work was heroic or glamorous or interwoven with fascinating sci-fi elements and done by beautiful people in perfect control of themselves. He just didn't deal with any of it at all. Maybe drinking coffee and eating cookies and most likely getting a bit handsy just to feel something pleasant again isn't dealing with it, but it's not escape either. Eddie won't let him shut the evening away where he never has to reach it again.
Thank god for that, and for Eddie.]
I wanna watch something so fuckin' stupid my brain doesn't even have to come online to process it, any recommendations?
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Still, Norman should know that anything about Eddie is on the table to talk about, including his past, but chances are Norman isn't here for more downers.
So, sure, they can eat Oreos, drink coffee and, probably, fuck on the couch if that's what it takes to save Norman from himself if only for one night. It's not even a question to Eddie. )
Making a Murderer is probably a little too spot on. ( It's the last thing in Eddie's queue, as Norman can see once Eddie sits beside him and set down his coffee only to replace it with the remote. Beside murder shows, there's a string of vapid reality television dramas. Just what the doctor ordered. ) Love is Blind it is. That's the one where people get married after talking through a brick wall for three weeks without ever seeing each other... yeah, it's as terrible as it sounds.
BUT NICK AND DANIELLE ARE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER.
Yeah, no, their personalities are all wrong for each other. You'll see... Norman, we're eventually gonna need you to weigh in on this one.
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Oh, uh - yeah, might as well put it on now, then. But if V threatens to eat me, I'm takin' his side. No honor amongst food.
[Norman's joking in an almost knee-jerk way now, leaning on the "I'm fine, see? Haha, so many jokes, look how fine I am" thing too hard. This is just such a pleasant, cozy atmosphere that it feels like a shame for him to drag his damage into it, even if it was set up to help soothe him in the first place.
The decision made, he opens up the Oreos and sets a couple on his lap. He eats them by dunking the entire cookie in his coffee without separating it at all, then nibbling off the softened bit and repeating the action again. Just like a young boy with cookies and milk. After only those couple of cookies and a few sips, he already feels somewhat revitalized.]
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the show is just what it need to be: the perfect mix of color, cheese, and background noise to zone out to. no brain power necessary, just watch the contestants introduce themselves and all the reasons they're looking for love. eddie put shows like these on while he's working, only half paying attention while venom stays fully engrossed.
somewhere between the first conversation and the first proposal, eddie speaks up. )
You ever think about going to a professional? It's not normal, what you do. All I do is write stories and see a shrink twice a week. You... deal with murderers. Could be worth getting some stuff off your chest.
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Yeah. [Still, Norman sounds pretty cagey about it.] Yeah, I... I think about it. Just goin' to a lot of professionals right now so I'd rather wrap one up before I add on another one.
[To be fair, he really is seeing a lot of specialists. Since stopping his use of ARI entirely, he's been set up with an opthalmologist, a neurologist, an ENT - and fully none of them have had good news to report. Then there's NA to keep him off Triptocaine, which is a whole other harrowing experience on its own.
With a quiet sigh, Norman loosens his grip on his mug and presses in closer to Eddie. It was just a suggestion. No reason for him to get bristly.]
Next week I should find out if the eye doctor wants to do a double cornea replacement. If the answer's no, I probably won't need to see her again. That'll leave me some room to find a therapist or whatever.
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Busy schedule.
( Norman always has a lot going on, which he admires, but it's even more admirable that this new wave of blocked-up calendars is all to better himself from the sounds of it. Doctors, surgeons, specialists. None of it is easy. Norman is good at doing hard things—Eddie love him for that. )
Double cornea? They think that'll help with... ( No need to beat around the bush, ) seeing shit?
( Eye surgery would also put Norman out of commission for a while—months probably—and for a workaholic like Norman, that sounds pretty close to a death sentence. )
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[Thus the question of surgery. He'd rather avoid it at all costs, but he'd also rather not go through life having the world lurch and swim around him if he looks too directly into a full-spectrum light and he'd really rather put a stop to the bleeding eyes.]
I might need tinted glasses too. Think I could pull 'em off?
[He lifts his head from Eddie's shoulder to give him a genuinely curious look, as if anyone could actually pull off tinted glasses. Be gentle with him, Eddie.]
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( Norman is lucky. Corneas doesn't have anything to do with irises, he knows, but Eddie would still be pretty bummed should something about this potential surgery affect Norman's eyes. He'd be fucking devastated if this surgery went wrong in any kind of way, but that's a horrible way to think about a procedure so he will the thought away. )
You? You look good in anything, man. You even make sweatpants three times your size look hot as fuck.
( Eddie sets down his mug and turns to him, bringing one knee up on the couch. )
Right answer?
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And then the energy between them shifts along with Eddie's physical shift to face him, and Norman sets down his coffee and cookies as well so that he can give Eddie's thigh a firm squeeze.] Two times my size, at most.
[Then he looks over at Eddie with a crooked grin that's all invitation.]
Maybe three times around the ass area.
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Woooow. You think my ass is big?
( Plus this is something he's sure they'd both enjoy more: hands on each other. A kinetic release of stress, frustration, passion, fear—whatever it is they're individually holding on to, it's like therapy in its own right. Eddie takes the hand on his thigh and drags it higher to where Norman can feel that he's already beginning to swell beneath his own comfy pants. Then he surges forward to kiss him, but not before saying: )
No. No one looks good in tinted glassed.
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C'mon, get your fat ass up here.
[Ever since the first time, Norman's always loved having Eddie in his lap. Every single part of him is so perfect to touch: firm and rounded with the kind of bulky muscle Norman can never put on his own body, but also soft in a few areas for Norman to really sink in his fingers and hold on tight. Just the thought of it is enough to start blood flowing downstairs with anticipation... god, the two of them are far too horny.]
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On the bright side, Eddie is taking his fat ass as a compliment—because he knows that's how Norman means it—and obliges by settling himself in Norman's lap. It's true that it's been a while since they've done this, both finding themselves caught up with their respective investigations. Eddie's gotten really close in his own right to nailing a group of local criminals, with the help of Venom. And Norman, of course, works too hard for his own good.
It's quite literally a detriment to him.
Not the time to criticize someone's dedication to the cause. Not when Norman's lips are on him and Eddie's immediate response is to grind his hips down against him. )