Prompted by SilverPebbbles: Eddie tries to tell Patricia he loves her, post break up.

Trying.

Eddie looked around the kitchen, it was nearly two in the morning, and he could already hear his stomach rumbling. He sighed and looked to the stairs, just to be sure that Victor wasn't awake before he walked over to the refrigdarator. Light fled into the kitchen and he went to grab what he needed to make a hoagie. Mustard, pickles, mayo, tomatoes, and some leftover turkey. He shut the door with his elbow, and sat the necessary items on the counter. He ;footsteps enter the kitchen. He lifted his head up for a mere second.

Patricia's hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, and her pajamas were wrinkled. A baggie tee-shirt hung off of her shoulders over a pair of shorts. Her bare feet hit the cold floor, as she stepped onto the kitchen floor. She looked up and noticed Eddie, he was leaning over what looked like a sandwich, or it was the process of making the sandwich. She avoided his eyes as she stepped past him and over to one of the cabinets.

"What are you doing up?" He questioned softly as he placed a piece of bread over the top of the mayo. He shifted his head around so that he could see her. A hint of a smile teased at the edges of his lips, and they moved up a little.

"Couldn't sleep," She mumbled as she got a mug down from the cabinet and started to make herself some tea. It was true, that night she was having trouble sleeping. She turned around and leaned back against the counter top.

"Ah," He turned to take a bite of the sandwich, and boosted himself up on top of the counter in front of the dining room table. He glanced over at her, and for the first time he caught glimpse of her face. It looked red and blotchy, like as if she'd been crying. Eddie tensed up, he wasn't good with tears, but somewhere inside he wanted to know. He wanted to know how she felt. "You okay?" He wiped the mustard from his face with a napkin and watched her shut her eyes, then open them again.

"I'm fine," The redhead reassured him quickly as the microwave dinged and she pulled out her mug of tea. She crossed her arms, and pressed her lips together. Why did he care anyways, he had no right to worry about her. They were broken up for Pete's sake! She took a sip of her tea, and sighed softly.

"No, your not, you've cried. Come on, what's up?"

"Like I said, I'm fine," She pressed forcefully. Her arms stayed crossed over her chest, as she leaned back against the cabinets.

"Yacker," Eddie chose his words carefully, he did not want to deal with an over angry Patricia. He looked at her in the dim light of the kitchen. From where he sat, she looked so broken, so fragile. But man, she was so stubborn!

"Don't call me that, okay? She was not happy, she felt all broken, and upset, she did not need to be pried and poked at by Eddie. He tensed up again, why couldn't he call her that? He had called her that before they got together. Or did he lose that privilege too when they broke up? He knew that she was clearly upset, he just wanted to know why. She never cried, not ever.

The kitchen grew silent, as Eddie finished up his sandwich, and rubbed the crumbs off of his fingers. "Patricia, what's wrong?" He glanced up at her, as she let out a sigh, and Eddie hid his smile. She had cracked, and he had won.

"Fine if you really want to know, I'll tell you okay? But just so you'll shut up and stop being such a Doofus. My mum called me earlier, my dad left, like decided to pack up and leave our family. No warnings, no goodbyes to Piper and me, nothing," Eddie swore he heard her voice crack a bit as she said the last sentence. He knew exactly how she felt, after all, he had been there too. His own father, had left his family as well. He had left his mother to raise her five-year old son by herself.

He jumped off of the counter and took a step closer to her. Even in the dim light he saw the streaks of tear marks on her face, and a couple fresh tears fall out of her green eyes. She had hit her breaking point. Something that didn't come up to the surface very often. Eddie pressed his thumb to her cheek and wiped off the tears. She didn't move, she didn't back away out of his grasp, it was like she was frozen.

"I get it, my dad left too," His voice came out in a small whisper as she looked at the broken girl who stood in front of him. It was the same girl that he knew he could have told her anything. The same girl who would understand when he had any problems with Sibuna. The same very fiery redheaded girl who threw a pitcher of milk in his face, and could come up with a witty comeback at the drop of a hat. There she stood, so broken with fresh tears pouring down over her cheeks like waterfalls.

Without warning she was in his arms, sobbing like a little kid. Eddie wasn't sure of what to do really. He slowly wrapped his arms around her small figure, as she buried her head into his shoulder. She wasn't wearing shoes so she came up to his chin.

"Hey it's going to be okay," He whispered softly. "Trust me," She pulled back to look at him, her green eyes were glazed over. Her bottom lip stuck out a tad bit, and she reached up to wipe away her tears.

"Sorry," She mumbled. "I'm being stupid." And just like that her breaking point went back under. He shook his head.

"No your not, I felt the same way when my dad left too,"

"Yeah, but you were five Eddie, I'm seventeen," She pushed.

"So? You love your dad right?" Patricia nodded. "Then it's not stupid, you know that he loves you too,"

"You don't know that," She shot back quickly. "He didn't even tell me goodbye." Eddie opened his mouth to speak again, but he really wasn't sure what to say. She pulled out of his arms, and dumped her now cold tea down the sink. "Thanks," She whispered as she turned to exit the kitchen, and head back up the stairs to bed.

"Patricia," He said quickly, as the words nearly rolled off of his tounge. She turned her head back.

"Yeah?"

"Just try not to let Victor catch you, okay?" He could have sworn he saw her smile a little.

"Don't worry Slimeball, I won't," Before either one of them said another word she was up the stairs, and he was alone in the kitchen.

Eddie sighed, as he spoke softly into the air.

"I love you,"

So how did I do? I'm sorry if it didn't do the prompt justice, but I tried. Don't forget to prompt! I'm going to start a new chapter for Angel Eyes tonight, so that should be up in the next day or so! Thanks guys,

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P.S. OTP means One True Pairing! :)