Eddie leaned in easily. Even a few months ago doing anything like this would have felt impossible. But somehow, being away from the world he knew, surrounded by fantastical people and events that weren't only horror and pain seemed to help him let go of his hangups and the things that kept him separated from the world and the people around him.
He wouldn't lie and try to say it hadn't been a worry. If Stan and Bill and Bev and even he had come from before It was dead, what was stopping it from ending up here too? He was glad for the reassurance. To know that J'mon and Jinn and he was sure many of the others would help them, as much as anyone could, and he would only hope that no one would die in the process this time. But even if It would never be a problem, it was reassuring to know he had such powerful people behind him. It helped him focus on the fear less, despite how much it had consumed him for so long.
He glanced over to them, the young face at odds with the way they held themself and spoke, reminding him at the same time how old he felt at times but how little he had or would live in comparison to many of the people here. He didn't object to J'mon offering to return the favor he didn't think was really a favor, having learned through Jinn that sometimes it was just what people needed. He did take the comfort he could from them, and that was enough of a return for now. In his mind at least.
He was still tired, not in the way he had been the other day, where sleepless nights and stress had just built up quickly, but in a slow-burning sort of way. One that had built up over weeks and months and become an ever-present part of him. Whenever things were too quiet or he was too still it seemed to settle in his bones. But just sitting there, tucked under their arm and feeling their warmth seemed to make him feel better. More relaxed than just tired.
"Thank you for listening. Most people tune out when I talk so long." It was something he'd thrived on when young, arguing with Richie or going on with Mike or Ben about whatever had piqued their interest that week, but that he'd trained out of himself when he was a young professional trying not to get laughed out of conference rooms and board meetings. His eyes fell back to J'mon's book then, and the thoughts crept in that maybe he'd been enough of a distraction. "But I can...go, or just sit somewhere else. If you want to finish." he offered.