He snickers to himself, smearing fake blood over his neck and running it through his long hair. Eddie makes himself look messy, or, messier, and lays, sprawled out on the ground. He closes his eyes, and waits. He's trying to play a prank on Dustin and Mike. Those kids tried to ditch the club to watch Lucas' game with the rest of those dipshits.

Eddie shoots up suddenly at the sound of screams. His eyes are wide and panicked as they search for the source of that wail, and they land on you. Tears are pouring down your soft skin, and he feels his heart sink down to his feet as he fumbles to get on his feet, rushing to get to you. "Hey-- it's me. It's me. I'm right here, baby, please," He coaxes, cupping your cheek.

"You weren't meant to see that," Eddie laughs ruefully, worry overtaking his features as he gnaws on his bottom lip, "It was meant for some members of the Hellfire Club. The one I talk about all the time? With the DND? That one." He's practically spewing word vomit, desperate to try and make you feel better, trying to get you to stop crying so hard.

If he knew you were coming over, he wouldn't have done it at all. "C'mon, let's sit down, yeah?" Eddie leads you to his bed, gently rubbing your back. "Better? I'm right here, and I'm not leaving. Never."