(Wiiiiiiiill! Eddie does his absolute best to not feel a teensy bit self-satisfied at that blush, and schools his face to remain perfectly still.

Yeah, that's definitely an improvement. But when Will describes what it can be like, Eddie's expression goes soft and serious at the same time.)

I know exactly what that's like. It's so scary. It's like some thoughts refuse to go until you've heard them out properly.

(He looks again at the bandaid he'd placed on Will and gingerly touches it.)

I'd offer you advice but I honestly don't even know how to stop that stuff for myself. I guess I try and think of my friends.

Does....(He starts up only to trail off. Was it right of him to ask? They were friends, right?)

Does it have to do with your monster?