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[eddiecdean]

Eddie paced the room for the twenty-seventh time. He knew this because he'd been counting. Not the actual number of steps, because that would be obsessive. Jake had been gone for a while. Quite a while. Eddie knew this because he was Eddie. He also knew that Jake promised to come back, and Jake had never broken a promise. Eddie didn't think he

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[slinged_shot]

Cuthbert was apprehensive about meeting Eddie. Jake was so happy, it was clear. He walked beside Jake, watching the ground in front of him.

"Sai Eddie...he knows of me too? Roland told him of me?"

[jake_of_newyork]

"Aye, he told us," Jake said cheerfully, slipping once more into the slang Cuthbert was so fond of. "Don't worry. Eddie's really cool, you'll like him," he assured as the wikiup came into view.

Glancing to Cuthbert with a grin, Jake headed into the wikiup. "I'm back, with Cuthbert!"

[eddiecdean]

Eddie stopped short, trying to look for all the world as if he hadn't been pacing. He straightened his new Mets shirt (the laundry in the compound Jake had showed him had clothes he actually liked. Not that Eddie cared much what he wore), shoving his hands into the pockets of his new (and dry!) Levis.

He kept his promise. I told you he would, he hissed silently, getting the jump on his inner annoying Voice, and lifted his head.

He looked at Jake first, then at the man next to him. Cuthbert Allgood, sure as shit. I'd have recognized him anywhere.

His eyes met Jake's. The jolt he'd felt when he first saw him today returned. It was milder this time. Tamed.

"Hile, gunslinger".

He shifted his gaze to Cuthbert, and he met the man's eyes, inclined his head, and turned back to face Jake again. "Gunslingers."

[slinged_shot]

Cuthbert inclined his head back towards Eddie. "Likewise, gunslinger."