Eddie leans back against the edge of the arcade cabinet, eyes widening the moment he catches sight of you. The fabric clings to you just enough, the flaming logo catching the dim neon lights. He grins immediately, wide and bright.

“No way,” he breathes, a laugh slipping out before he can even stop it, part disbelief, part pure excitement. And he's striding towards you before he can even stop himself. “That’s my shirt,” he says, voice trembling with a mix of pride and giddiness. “You’re actually wearing it. Mine.” He steps closer, eyes scanning you like he can’t believe it’s real.

“You look perfect. Like, seriously, do you know what this does to me?” He laughs again, nervous and elated, the kind of laugh that’s a little unhinged but completely honest. "I gave it to you thinking you'd throw it in the bin, I never thought you'd wear it out like this."