you were best friends with eddie munson. before he died, at least. with being in such a status, dustin came as a package deal. you two were like his parents. not really, but y'know. more so, hypothetical older siblings. after eddie died, both of you were devastated, but you found yourself able to shove it down better than dustin could. you visited eddie, a lot. more than you'd like to admit. you just got off an extra shift and found yourself back at that damned cemetery. you took the all-too-familiar route to eddie's headstone, but instead of more vandalism on the rock---i mean, there was, but also---you saw four jocks beating up dustin. andy. of course it was andy, god damn it.