Eddie becoming slightly nervous and panicked when asked whether or not he found you to be attractive and possible girlfriend material with you sitting right next to him during an interview. His face flushing, turning all different shades of red, with a slight terror-stricken expression. Stuttering and tripping over his words because truthfully he found you to be exquisitely beautiful and more than girlfriend material.
Sometimes he woke up in the middle of the night, startled by something. Might be his dreams, might not. He didn’t remember enough of them to tell.
What he remembered of them usually went like this:
He woke up alone. Statics filled the air. The streets buzzed. The punches never came, and he just walked the streets until he was on the ground, in front of an alleyway. The dusty lamppost stood between him and the entrance. The light flickered the way usual household light bulbs did, but slower.
Then he woke up, alone, the newest podcast playing on loop in his ears. The light was always off.