[ eddie nods at that, thinks it's not funny a moment after he says it. but here he is, always ruining things. always off, not quite right. there's a facade eddie wears that has him jumping on tables, calling the jocks and buy-ins in the high school cafeteria out for what they are. it's more confident than he feels deep down, where a part of him wishes he knew what it was that made him so fucking different he couldn't have ever fit in if he wanted to.

what makes him so fucking abrasive, unable to read the fucking room. he lets out a wet laugh and then clears his throat. ] I think-- I think maybe we're all sinking together here and just have to stick together to figure it out, we need someone else to throw us rope. [ eddie's not an optimist, he's not, but that sounds better than the reality where he worries that's all not enough. that they're fucked. that it's not as simple as henderson, harrington, max and robin had laid it out to be.

there's a loud bang, not inside their room, no but right outside of it. like something's fallen but there's no movement that eddie can hear as he tenses against the wall. his arm tightens around chrissy, pulls her close to his chest. ] Holy shit. Holy shit. [ he whispers, panicking once again because what if this is where they're more fucked than if they stayed running. maybe this is where they sink. ]