(Eddie felt a little bad that his room had been the first. Though at the same time, a lot of people were in and out of it all the time. He moves over to lay down on his belly. He automatically picks up a lock of her hair to play with it. Doesn't entirely know why, but, well. It seemed okay to do. He tips his head to look down at her when she looks up at him.

He props his chin into his hand and considers her concern very seriously, flipping her hair idly around a finger.)

Okay, yeah, I could get why that'd make you a nervous wreck. If someone came into our group and Bill didn't like them....

(There were leaders in groups for reasons. And Eddie understood the mentality of having someone like that in his life. If Bill didn't like someone, Eddie automatically assumed there was a good reason for it and trusted Bill to make fair, good choices. He isn't so sure Bill would ever react to someone the way Mike did to Max though.)

Why does he hate you so much?