[ They’re going home. He, Steve and Robin. That’s the plan, at least, but Eddie…feels odd about it. He’s tense and outright cold with anxiety, focused on nothing but the pit in his stomach—a nasty mix of dread, worry, and fear that he just doesn’t know what to do with.
Robin and Steve keep telling him that they’ll figure it out and it will be fine, but the reassurance doesn’t help to soothe him. If he doesn’t drop dead the minute he steps though the doorway, then he’s still a wanted man. He can’t just go back to his life in Indiana as if 1986 never happened. So where does that leave him? Where does he go?
He’s uncharacteristically quiet for a large chunk of the evening, biting his nails to nubs and staring into he middle distance. ]
Hey—
[ Should someone he knows approach, however, he’ll come alive once more. He’ll reach out from his spot on the ground to grab them by the hand. You’re not going anywhere, friend. ]
You know, I can’t think of a better going away gift to offer than…my anxiety.
[ He spreads his arms with a wide, clownish grin. ]
goodbyes & fakeout goodbyes, he’s not actually leaving in the end; ota
Robin and Steve keep telling him that they’ll figure it out and it will be fine, but the reassurance doesn’t help to soothe him. If he doesn’t drop dead the minute he steps though the doorway, then he’s still a wanted man. He can’t just go back to his life in Indiana as if 1986 never happened. So where does that leave him? Where does he go?
He’s uncharacteristically quiet for a large chunk of the evening, biting his nails to nubs and staring into he middle distance. ]
Hey—
[ Should someone he knows approach, however, he’ll come alive once more. He’ll reach out from his spot on the ground to grab them by the hand. You’re not going anywhere, friend. ]
You know, I can’t think of a better going away gift to offer than…my anxiety.
[ He spreads his arms with a wide, clownish grin. ]
Want to bottle some of it to take with you?