[ Eddie has more questions than he does answers, and if someone can clear them up, then he isn’t beyond coming across as a bit touched in the head. He doesn’t mind the looks; he’s steeled himself against those over the years, and it’s not like you can much get worse than close-minded high schoolers in a small town. He’ll take the looks and whispers if it means answers to his questions.

Carl clearly doesn’t have answers, but the panic that crosses his face is not lost on Eddie. That’s a difficult emotion to hide, and Eddie is certain that if he looked in a mirror, he’d find the exact same expression on his own face.

He tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly, and he thinks he gets it. ]

Right, let me guess. You too, huh?

[ Hey, at least that's a running count of exactly...two of them now. ]

Wouldn’t have ever thought that it was a common thing, but hey! Shit really hasn’t made sense for a long time now, so uh...welcome to the club.