"Yeah... guess you're right." Eddie answers reluctantly, doesn't want to agree simply because he wishes it weren't true. Wishes that Neil's ghost wasn't clinging to Billy like a second skin. He darkly thinks that what they really need right now is an exorcism. It's a relief that Billy's talking about it, even if it had taken whiskey on an empty stomach, but he knows there aren't any words he can offer that will undo a lifetime of damage.

"It's fucked up, the stuff he did." He huffs, almost sounding annoyed, angry. Eddie thinks Billy already knows that, but then has to wonder if he does thinks it, or if he believes he somehow deserved it. Eddie lets his hand water out of Billy's lap, up his chest, before finally curling his arm around the other's shoulders.