HAD CONVERSATIONS WITH THE CLOUDS, THE DOGS, THE DEAD / P

[peridot.]

Eddie loved his children and his husband more than anything in the world, but unfortunately the nature of his job meant he was outside of their house more often than he wasn't. This time he had been reporting on an illegal dog fighting ring in the city, and he had slowly been making his way through interviewing underlings and compiling information to get them all arrested, when all of a sudden he had been cornered by three guys. Eddie wasn't exactly completely foreign to fighting, but he had been outnumbered and exhausted, so he hadn't fared well in the fight. Now, when he opened the front door and sluggishly stepped inside, he had a couple of cuts on his cheek, along with lots of bruising on his face and stomach and arms. Some of the cuts on his body even looked like they might scar eventually. He wasn't really in any immediate pain anymore, but everything ached. He smiled weakly when he heard Sebastian's 'feeshie', and slowly made his way to the living room, "Hey, love."