A/N: Prompt was for angst involving Bro and Eddy.
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"Uncle!"
"Sorry, squirt, what was that?"
"I s-said– ow! Uncle!"
"Ohhh, why didn't you just say so?"
Just like that, his big brother's hand is off him and Eddy slumps down the wall. He can still feel fingers locked tight around his wrists, and where his brother's ring dug into his knuckle. His shoulders are sore from stretching so far, but at least they didn't come off like his brother said they could. His brother is still standing over him, so Eddy tries to hide his crying against the wall.
His brother laughs, kind of quiet, and Eddy hears him move. One big arm snags him around his middle and pulls him away from the wall and up. Without even thinking, he squeaks, "Uncle!"
That makes his brother really laugh, head thrown back and his whole body shaking. He slaps his knee with the hand that isn't holding Eddy to his chest. It isn't his "play uncle" laugh, though. It's big and friendly and Eddy dares to giggle along through his sniffles.
"Mhm, there we go," his brother says, using his shirt to scrub the tears and snot from Eddy's face. He looks at the wet spot for a few seconds and Eddy freezes up, but then his brother shrugs and drops it. When he pokes Eddy's cheek, it's gentle. "Come on now, I'm not raising any brother of mine to be a sore loser, right?"
"Right, Bro," Eddy says; he ducks his face into his brother's shoulder, shy with embarrassment. His brother bounces him a couple times and Eddy cuddles close.
His mommy comes home soon after that, takes him from his brother and asks if he had a nice afternoon. His arms still hurt, but he smiles up at her and says, "Uh huh. Me and Bro played games!"
