[As soon as Eddie lets go of his hand, Will just sort of stands there, looking lost and disoriented. He watches the process of the funny little box thing getting connected to a speaker (he can recognize those at least), and reaches up to rub at his ears once the music starts playing. It feels...weird. To not have silence.
The touch on his head makes him smile a little, even if it's a flat, emotionless version of a smile. He obligingly sits on the bed, shifting so he can look up at the wall. It doesn't mean anything to him, but that doesn't keep him from staring intently.]
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The touch on his head makes him smile a little, even if it's a flat, emotionless version of a smile. He obligingly sits on the bed, shifting so he can look up at the wall. It doesn't mean anything to him, but that doesn't keep him from staring intently.]