Eddie had a coffee mug in hand, his eyes focused on the computer as he tried for the life of him to write this article. All he really wanted to do was lay in bed and rest, but he still had bills to pay, so he couldn't quite do that, unfortunately. And this article was supposed to be ready by next week.

The feeling of a tendril sliding down his neck willed Eddie's attention away from the screen, and he looked at his shoulder, only to find the familiar black lines covering his skin. Eddie sighed, a bit fond despite himself.

"Darling, what are you doing?"