eddie didn’t have a lot growing up. he wasn’t materialistic, saving up for guitars he really wanted, but patching his jeans instead of buying new ones. when he met you, he was a little intimidated. you had everything you ever wanted, your parents giving you material things in the absence of their love and attention. but he enjoyed spoiling you, with gifts and attention. he did make a ton of money selling drugs, after all. so now he’s crawling in your window, a box and a bouquet in his hands.