Reaching for the lavender, Eddie lets it glide under his nose, breathing it in. He's pretty calm right now, it's only in the middle of the night, waking up from those awful dreams that his heart pounds and his breath quickens and he feels too hot, like he's being held down by the bats all over again.

Maybe he should buy some, though. Maybe it'll help.

"Steve is... one of mine, yeah," Eddie answers with a huff of a laugh. "Never would've thought it, honestly. King Steve was pretty much a douchebag when we went to school together and I was not one of the popular kids. But things change. Steve changed."