All things considered, between the killer toys and the fall he took while climbing through Olive's window, Eduardo knows full well that four weeks in a cast is really nothing at all when it could have been so much worse, when it could have been Olive instead of him. That doesn't make him any less relieved to finally be done with the damn thing ( Read more... )

In a way, he supposes he always saw it coming ( Read more... )

Of all things to ever happen to him, Eduardo never actually thought he would be able to say that he broke his leg trying to save his girlfriend from evil toys ( Read more... )

Eduardo had, unlikely though he is to admit it now, been more than a little surprised when it came to his attention that his and Olive's six month anniversary was approaching. It isn't like he'd forgotten when it happened or anything; there's no way he could ever forget that, especially considering the circumstances under which it occurred, the ( Read more... )

By the time he makes it to Olive's, having left his own hut, Eduardo is nothing short of exhausted. That dealing with Mark is sometimes tiring isn't anything new, but it also doesn't begin to compare to this, a weariness that has little to do with Mark's conversational habits. More of a factor is that Mark is actually here, that they just went out ( Read more... )

Eduardo wakes up alone. Given that he's done so far more often than not over the last twenty-three years, this shouldn't be noteworthy, and yet the first thing he finds himself doing is shifting towards where another person ought to be, finding nothing but empty mattress instead. It's far more disappointing than it should be, but with his eyes ( Read more... )

At least there's no physical damage. Eduardo has to keep telling himself this, because with the way things have so consistently gone from bad to worse in the not even two days he's been back here, anything remotely positive is something to be grateful for. Knowing Christy, knowing his history with her, he wouldn't have been surprised if things had ( Read more... )

In the face of everything else - class and Mark and Sean and his father and whatever awful movie was on TV the night before that he never found out the name of - Eduardo had forgotten entirely about the Phoenix until sometime after waking up on Saturday. It's something he thinks Mark would have appreciated the irony of, probably enjoyed in earnest ( Read more... )

He should have known better ( Read more... )

Six hours, as it turns out, is not actually a very long time at all. Class is both refreshing and excruciating, the last thing he wants to be focusing on and a welcome distraction all at once, but he can't bring himself to be anything but pleased when it ends, with how much else there is to do, and it is a lot. Borrowing clothes and bringing food ( Read more... )