Eddie tries not to flinch as Billy fights against reflect, keeps his body and face still. He doesn't want Billy to think he's afraid of him, somehow, especially not right now. While he knows Billy would never hurt him, well, there was a reason Eddie had stopped a few steps shy. There's something stick twisting through him, guilt and anger and a feeling of helplessness. Dealing with death doesn't come with a handbook, and even if it did, something like this would not be defined. So he tries to simply remain calm, a placid lake to Billy's raging storm.

"If you're sure," He says gently, his gaze drifting between Billy's hard set face and the open pit in the earth behind them. It's unsettling, eerie, makes sweat bead on the back of his neck despite the cool day. Somewhere in the distance, a low roll of thunder rumbles through the sky, and he can't help but think that it's somehow appropriate. Eddie reaches out a hand, wants to touch Billy's shoulder, his hand, wants to hold him. But not here, he thinks, not now.

"Come on." Eddie shoves his hands into his pockets, jerks his head in the direction of the camaro.