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"Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades." - Frank Robinson
Eddie tells himself that coming back from the dead is a good thing. A gift, even. His second life is pretty good given where the first one ended. Sure, he's still hiding to keep from being hunted down while the government takes its dear sweet time clearing his name. Admittedly, he has lost just about everything he ever owned. And, okay, yes he does wake up screaming more often than not. There is also the teensy, tiny complication that his body miiiiight be, like, changing in awful, inexplicable ways, but the doctor insists that’s in his head, so maybe it’s not even a real problem…
Okay, fine. Eddie’s life is kind of a nightmare, but it’s not all bad. He has friends. He has Wayne. He has... whatever this thing is that he and Steve are dancing around. It’s close enough to being palatable that at first Eddie is determined to accept his life at face value. But there’s this saying, that close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, and when Eddie stumbles his way into answers, the actual truth hurts far more than the one he'd feared.