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Eric was still kind of pissed off at Kenny for avoiding him for days. Sure, Eric had pulled a dick move, but Kenny was supposed to get mad, maybe punch him a few times, and then they could have awesome makeup sex. Not throw himself off a bridge and then avoid Eric for days. Eric doesn't even care about the whole traumatizing Stan for a few hours thing. Mostly cause Stan’s a little bitch anyway, but also cause Stan doesn't even remember it now.
For some reason that part pisses Eric off more. He knows Stan and Kyle and the rest of those idiots never remember Kenny’s deaths, that their brains just reset or erase whatever they saw. Knows Butters is the only other person who even vaguely remembers Kenny’s deaths, even if he thinks it’s fucked up nightmares cooked up by his messed up little brain. ( A small part of Eric’s own brain wants to know what kind of fucked up shit goes on in that kids head to make him believe dreaming of his best friend getting torn to bits by a wood chipper is normal.) It just pisses him off sometimes that only he has to remember the fucked up things that happen to Kenny.
Right now though? Right now Eric is beyond pissed that he hurt Kenny so bad Kenny killed himself and then avoided him for days and the fucking idiot is standing here trying to scoop his tonsils out with his fucking tongue. He enjoys the kiss, Kenny really knows what he's doing, but he really wishes the guy had even an ounce of self preservation. Although he guesses if he did Kenny would stay far away from Eric.
Eric knows he's a piece of shit. Knows his mom fucked him up good. He doesn't blame her for all his faults, no, some of those are solely on his shoulders, but she didn't exactly give him the best foundation to start with. Years of neglect coupled with random bouts of love bombing and over indulgence had done a number on him before he was even old enough to realize what was happening. And Eric isn't ashamed to admit he took full advantage of it when he did realize what it was. He knows he's fucked up, knows Kenny is fucked up in an entirely different way.
Kenny’s parents had never been the best. Eric knows they spent the first 9 or so years of Kenny’s life so fucked up on drugs and alcohol that they barely realized they had kids half the time. Kenny doesn't talk about it much, but Eric knows most of the parenting in Kenny’s early years was done by Kevin, barely 3 years older than Kenny himself and doing his best to make sure his little brother, and later little sister too, survived.
It wasn’t until Kenny scared the crap out of them as Mysterion that they started to get their shit together. Eric knows Kenny did that mostly for Karen, then just 6 years old and already starting to go down the same path her brothers had before her. Eric admits he thought it was dumb at the time, what 9 year old didn't want parents who stayed out of their business? It wasn’t until Kenny started showing up in better clothes, still cheap thrift store crap but cleaner and with less holes, that Eric realized parents who didn’t care wasn’t something to want.
Eric's mom had at least put in the effort to make others believe she gave a crap about her son. Eric knows those early years gave Kenny a different kind of shitty foundation. Which has lead to now, with Eric pressed against the bridge railing, Kenny pressed to his front trying to suck the oxygen out of his lungs in some kind of bizarre reverse CPR.