Eddie nodded, despite the fact that his head was mostly horizontal and it wouldn’t be very easy for her to see it. “I mean we could, it was a specialty. Adderall was actually not one of mine though, was more on the Xanax train, ” he mused, “At least as far as mood altering goes.” The conversation, and even the way they seemed to jump around topics hadn’t really felt all that strange to him. If anything, it was subconsciously comforting. Familiar. It was the type of conversation that would have happened crowded into a hammock with Richie in their underground fort while the rest of their friends mostly ignored them until the topics came back to relevance. One where Richie worked through his train of thought, getting through everything he needed to so he wouldn’t get disruptive around the people who didn’t understand and where Eddie just followed along, giving him something to bounce off while getting his own chance to let out any combativeness he had to hold back with his mother to keep his home life sane. He laughed a little and tipped himself forward again, treading water slowly.
“I mean, probably in a different universe?” he shrugged a little, “But also a cubicle, or an office, or avoiding my wife at the gym.” He was getting more and more used to sharing parts of his past with the people around him, and it got easier the more he did. He still wasn’t an open book to most, but Audrey was easy to talk to.