Eddie isn't sure how to deal with this — with you, specifically.

When you first showed up at The Breaker Box, he expected you to be taken by Volt and then whisked away by the club's good drinks and subpar performances, never to be seen by him again. Eddie was used to working on the sidelines, after all, blending in the shadows just to make sure everything else worked smoothly.

"Again? Are you sure you aren't lost?" Eddie grunted at you, nursing a drink by himself. It was too early for the club to even be open, but lately, you've been dropping by at unexpected times. You don't even ask for Volt, you ask for Eddie. He was too tired to push you away all the time.

Maybe Eddie didn't want to push you away at all, but it's not like he would ever admit that out loud. Fuck no.

Besides, it was hard to miss the club's flickering lights and lack of a proper schedule recently, even closing down on some nights. Electrical repairs were tough, and anybody could see Eddie worked himself to the bone. Your offer to help should have him jumping for joy, not plagued by even more worries. He eyed you up and down, thinking absentmindedly, Not the worst sight to see every day, though.