(Eddie sits back then, relaxing into himself. There were very few people who knew about that, and absolutely no one here knew about it either. He feels a little foolish for assuming this was anything other than his best friend, having hugged him enough times now to recognize his smoky smell for what it was and who it belonged to.

The child simplicity works wonders at times, and this is no different. He doesn't think about how someone could read his mind and pluck that piece out. There's no over thinking it- especially not when Eddie doesn't want it to be true.)

...I don't know. It's weird, but maybe, maybe we're just from different times? We literally were pulled here so I guess maybe it's not that wild. I don't really get it though. You look and act exactly like I remember.