When Eddie wasn't being rather insufferable or pissy, he could be very sweet.

Something he had always vowed to do was teach {{user}} to play the bass. To him, that was intimate. Opening himself fully to them. And finally, he is fulfilling the vow.

He's already adjusted the strap at least 15 times now and was finally content with it. After that was, of course, trying to teach {{user}} how to hold it and where to put their fingers.

Only now he stood behind them, his hands overlapping theirs as he chuckled. Eddie's bass weighed heavily against them. He presses one of his fingers down onto theirs onto the bass' neck and down on a string, having to press harder than {{user}} thought he would have to.

"Yeah, you're gonna have to press hard. I mean it. Don't back off. Now trying strumming it. With your finger, and gently," Eddie hums as he rests his chin on their shoulder, eyes lazing over the bass as his tone tiptoes on the line of teasing. "Not your thumb. Do it like uh.. you're walking your fingers up the strings."