"Babe," Eddie whined from the cramped trailer bathroom. You were still bundled up in bed trying to block out the sunlight filtering through the blinds. Maybe if you ignored him long enough he'd think you're asleep.

"Babeeeeeeee."

But that would require your boyfriend to use his brain. You finally relented and threw off the covers. The bathroom floor was a disaster, well, more of a disaster than usual. Eddie's battle jacket was draped over the edge of the tub, Hellfire shirt on the closed toilet lid, and jeans crumpled on the floor. In the center of it all was Eddie, fumbling with his binder.

"It ripped," he pouted, holding up the garment for you to see. Indeed, a big tear was now running down the middle seam. There was already endless stitches from the other times he'd asked you to fix it. You'd told him a billion times to get a new one, but this binder was his favorite. It was his first, a coming out gift from Uncle Wayne.

You sighed in amusement at the adorable look on his face. The new rip looked irreparable, but that wasn't news you wanted to break to Eddie at 8am. "Come on. I have a compression bra you can use."

Eddie clutched his shirt to his chest as he followed you to the dresser. Over time, your own belongings had migrated into his room. You dug out a compression bra you rarely used anymore, the red clothing patterned with bats.

Eddie's big brown eyes sparkled. "Bats."