[ Eddie’s mouth tightens into a thin, straight line. Mike isn’t wrong. This is their afterlife, isn’t it? It’s not lost on him, not when he’s spent night after sleepless night spinning the entire situation in the back of his mind, noting how badly he fucked up and how it could have affected the people and plans involved. The fact that he can’t go home to actually apologize is just one aspect that keeps him awake at night.
There’s a vague sort of hope: their friends could show up here. Eddie’s initial arrival was right from the Upside Down. The odds of someone else showing up aren’t awful, but he doesn’t put that hope out into the universe, just in case it never happens. Instead, he sighs and reaches over to ruffle Mike’s hair. He can't offer much more than his company and support. ]
Well, at least you’re in good company. We should make t-shirts.
[ Like...he’s joking, but they could. ]
Not to take away from you and your angst, but like…how pissed is everyone with me?
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There’s a vague sort of hope: their friends could show up here. Eddie’s initial arrival was right from the Upside Down. The odds of someone else showing up aren’t awful, but he doesn’t put that hope out into the universe, just in case it never happens. Instead, he sighs and reaches over to ruffle Mike’s hair. He can't offer much more than his company and support. ]
Well, at least you’re in good company. We should make t-shirts.
[ Like...he’s joking, but they could. ]
Not to take away from you and your angst, but like…how pissed is everyone with me?