[ Eddie can tell that Henry very much wants him to leave. But now that he’s here after all this time, he’s kind of invested in a look at the kid Henry was.
He pick up one of the comic books from the star and begins to flip through it, ignoring Henry holding out a stack of records to him. Probably a bad move—those records could go out the window in two seconds flat, but he’s lost records to worse circumstances. ]
Yeah? Why not?
[ He glances up from the book (nothing he actually recognizes, clearly far before his time) with genuine curiosity. The comics are here now, clearly important enough on some level if Henry’s brain chose to recreate them. The same way Eddies’ brain recreated Wayne’s ridiculous mugs and baseball caps. He spent years mocking his uncle for those, but they’re still a part of the place Eddie called home. ]
Yeah, yeah, hold your horses, dude. The Horizon I eating up again, hence— [ He gestures to the pile of records. ] And— [ And then to himself. ] I didn’t actually go searching for this place on purpose, but…hey, finally found it anyway.
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He pick up one of the comic books from the star and begins to flip through it, ignoring Henry holding out a stack of records to him. Probably a bad move—those records could go out the window in two seconds flat, but he’s lost records to worse circumstances. ]
Yeah? Why not?
[ He glances up from the book (nothing he actually recognizes, clearly far before his time) with genuine curiosity. The comics are here now, clearly important enough on some level if Henry’s brain chose to recreate them. The same way Eddies’ brain recreated Wayne’s ridiculous mugs and baseball caps. He spent years mocking his uncle for those, but they’re still a part of the place Eddie called home. ]
Yeah, yeah, hold your horses, dude. The Horizon I eating up again, hence— [ He gestures to the pile of records. ] And— [ And then to himself. ] I didn’t actually go searching for this place on purpose, but…hey, finally found it anyway.