[ Years ago, it didn’t take long for Eddie to start to pick up on Henry’s signs. Mere months, maybe, because Henry hides himself well, but he’s not exactly subtle. While Eddie’s memories of home have become patchwork and hazy, not wholly forgotten but not easy to decipher, his memories of the world beneath Hawkins are as still as crystal clear as ever. The gnarled roots and alien plants mirror those memories almost perfectly.

As that voice booms out, somewhere in his head, Eddie laughs. Whatever fear he had in Henry’s presence has long since withered away, leaving behind an odd mixture of feelings that are difficult to interpret. He knows there’s rage; that’s the easiest to pinpoint, but there’s also sympathy and just…confusion. He knows that he can’t hate a man for a future that he never even lived out, but he does, and at the same time, there’s a part of him that still cares for the friendship they once had. Maybe that’s why he visits so often—once a year, at least. He can check in, but also annoy him at the same time.]

Why do I always have to want something?

[ He rolls his eyes and purposefully steps on one of those vines, just to reassure Henry that yes, he’s here and no, he's not leaving. ]

Maybe I just came to see my favorite person. I mean, it’s not you, but it’s you lucky day because I found you anyway.