Eddie watched her find the jet and situate herself in front of it, smiling some, he probably wouldn’t have thought to do something like that. Not to mention his mother had always scared him away from those, telling him horror stories about bacteria and mold. He was working his way through those hangups, and knew not to believe them anymore, but sometimes he still needed to realize they were there before he could work his way out of them. “I can’t say I’d hope you would be, but it’d probably be good to know.” Eddie had been wondering, off and on, about what might happen if he died here. He was technically dead, but he also wasn’t. He wasn’t like Mike, who was absolutely dead and a ghost who just also had a body sometimes. Eddie was human, he was living, but he was also dead. And if that was the case, what would happen if he died again? And would it even matter? Did the hotel only bring them back if they died because of something the hotel did, or did it bring them back no matter what. Was it because it wanted to be nice to them or was it because it wanted to keep them and make sure there was no way for them to leave, one way or another.
As tempting as it had been at the end of that minute or so, Eddie did as he said and left her to be as Audrey did whatever it was she felt she needed to do down on the bottom of the floor, even if that was nothing. “Dopamine is nice too.” he mused, having gone back to floating mostly on his back, though his legs dangled lower than they had been before, leaving him sort-of half upright so he could kick his legs slowly to push himself around.