(He might have remained curious had a cluster not headed his way shortly after. Eddie was easily distracted at times, and he's quick to wrap his arms around a small cluster of lights, drawing them close against his chest.)

What? Oh- oh. Who's Mike?

(A friend, he'd figure, and he's looking up at her with a sort of grin on his face.)

It reminds me of warm blankets and breathing nicely and running fast.

(He wasn't sure if it was those things that made him feel safe, but they made him feel capable, and maybe for Eddie, that's the same thing.)

You're new here, I think. My name's Eddie.