( Eddie suddenly feels small, like he's been transported back to Hawkins and is under the accusatory stare of Principal Higgins, who's been looking for any excuse to expel him. He shrinks in on himself, every hint of feeling like he had done a good deed by checking in on Astarion diminishing into nothing until all he's left with is a loneliness so thick it threatens to choke him.

Then, all at once, he's overwhelmed by a thought: that he fucking hates this place. That loneliness is replaced by a fit of anger, not at Astarion, though he's the only one here that he can lash out at right now. )

Well, fine, see if I fucking care. Don't come crying to me then if Vecna or some other fucking asshole rears his ugly head, I'm sure you can take care of yourself just fine.

( He's so preoccupied with his own anger that Eddie hasn't even noticed the fangs that Astarion possesses, not that he would have been able to put any pieces of the puzzle that is Astarion together. He flips Astarion the finger, not that the gesture probably means anything to him, but it makes Eddie feel better.

Unable to come up with any better sendoff, he turns heel and stalks back off to his apartment, still stewing by the time he slips in through the door. As he collapses onto his bed, he knows there's no point in trying to sleep, but that doesn't stop him from trying. )