You weren’t sure what had come over him at first. But after a few gruelling days, it became clear.

Sitting in the head seat of the lunch table, growing out his hair, adopting his mannerisms, wearing the hellfire shirt, antagonising the basketball team. All things Eddie used to do. Your… dead boyfriend, despite nobody wanting to use the word. Especially Dustin.

The crawl had gone to shit, and now the two of you were in a sullen attempt to plan for the next few days as best as possible. He had other ideas.

“I’m thinking of getting a tattoo.” He drops casually. Much like Eddie used to say every few weeks.