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For a town so willing to believe that he was making deals with the devil and contracts with demons, Eddie can't quite figure out how willing they are to turn a blind eye to what's actually happening. Maybe it's easier to blame things on the devil you know, and he supposed satanic cults were at least slightly more believable than whatever the fuck the Upside Down was. Eddie thinks he would prefer the devil to what they've all been through. At least his name has been cleared-- sort of. The town thinks he's dead, and all it's taken is tucking his hair up into a hat and keeping a low profile to keep that rumor alive. Hawkins sees what it wants to see, and he's not going to argue.
The trailer park was left largely untouched by the destruction, and the two of them have been holed up there in the days following. It's been days of mostly uneasy silence, waiting for the other foot to drop. It's only a few days following the town being torn apart that the funerals begin. There's a lot of them, so much it makes him sick to his stomach.
Even in a town that hated him, he takes no pleasure in death. Except, perhaps, for this one. He's sure that he still doesn't know the true story of Neil Hargrove, but he's been able to pull enough out of Billy by now to have a good idea. When Billy says they're going, he doesn't question it, simply nods and and finds the closest thing to funeral attire he owns. They leave together for the funeral, but separate almost as soon as they reach the cemetery.
Like all the recent funerals, it's hastily thrown together and sparsely attended. Eddie still keeps his distance, hanging and watching the few people mill about as a preacher delivers the last rights. Most of the people drift away like ghosts the moment it's over, leaving only the two of them. He's had days to think of something to say, and still nothing comes to him.
"Hey..." Eddie's voice is soft, coming to a stop a few steps behind Billy. "You wanna, uh..." He wants to reach out to Billy, to hold him, but his hands remain at his sides. "You need some time?"
The trailer park was left largely untouched by the destruction, and the two of them have been holed up there in the days following. It's been days of mostly uneasy silence, waiting for the other foot to drop. It's only a few days following the town being torn apart that the funerals begin. There's a lot of them, so much it makes him sick to his stomach.
Even in a town that hated him, he takes no pleasure in death. Except, perhaps, for this one. He's sure that he still doesn't know the true story of Neil Hargrove, but he's been able to pull enough out of Billy by now to have a good idea. When Billy says they're going, he doesn't question it, simply nods and and finds the closest thing to funeral attire he owns. They leave together for the funeral, but separate almost as soon as they reach the cemetery.
Like all the recent funerals, it's hastily thrown together and sparsely attended. Eddie still keeps his distance, hanging and watching the few people mill about as a preacher delivers the last rights. Most of the people drift away like ghosts the moment it's over, leaving only the two of them. He's had days to think of something to say, and still nothing comes to him.
"Hey..." Eddie's voice is soft, coming to a stop a few steps behind Billy. "You wanna, uh..." He wants to reach out to Billy, to hold him, but his hands remain at his sides. "You need some time?"
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"Okay. I just...don't want to think about anything right now. I....too, I just. Can't think right now."