[ The goodbyes and well-wishes rack up throughout the evening, but they don’t really help matters. As the eclipse inches closer and closer, within minutes of happening now, Eddie finds himself feeling sick to his stomach, worried for those he's formed close bonds with over the last few years, and worried for himself.

Maybe he shouldn’t go. Maybe it should just be Steve and Robin. Maybe this is an awful, awful idea. Maybe—

He’s about ten seconds from a total meltdown, and this isn’t the time to have a total meltdown. Only one way to soothe himself now. ]

Hey. Harrington.

[ He heaves a deep, dramatic sigh and drops his head against Steve’s shoulder. Totally annoying, total dead weight. ]

So just to confirm in the last…oh, two minutes we have here, if I like, turn to dust the minute we’re on frankly unhallowed Indiana ground, you’re definitely gonna mourn me til you’re old and senile, right?

[ In typical Eddie fashion, it’s hard to tell just how much he’s joking. And in typical Eddie fashion, said joke is likely the only thing keeping him from totally freaking out. He’s terrified. This is exactly what he’s been agonizing over for nearly three years.

If only he knew the way this is actually going to go in the end. ]

And I am talking like, white walls and jello levels of old and senile.