Now that he’s feeling a little more confident that Billy isn’t about to run them off the road, Eddie lets himself relax back into the seat. He keeps his hand on Billy’s thigh, continues drawing soothing lines there. He’s content to just let Billy drive for a while, watching towns fly past out the window. They drive in silence, music choices not included, until Eddie finally picks an exit at random.

“Let’s try that one,” He says as he reaches to lower the volume. “See if it’s more or less of a shithole than Hawkins.”