Eddie did do the math, and, while he'd already known J'mon had been alive for many, many years, but hearing an actual number was still surprising, in a way.
He laughed softly, "Please don't look like me when I'm around." He thought that maybe he should've been more worried about someone who could look like anything, considering it had been one of Its favorite ways to torture. But J'mon set his nerves at ease enough that he didn't worry about that. He was comfortable with them. "Does it hurt?" he asked, remembering watching them change the other night. He'd worried then, that it was painful, but had been too tired and then too affected by their power to ask about it. The thought came back now.