Eddie & Hopper
This was probably one of the stupidest ideas he'd ever had on his own. When he and Natasha went through the doors it hadn't been bad. They'd found themselves in a city with an actual drug store. When he'd gone through with Richie he'd been told to expect something like Malibu. All warm weather and sandy beaches. What they had stepped into was the exact opposite of that. Plus horror. He definitely hadn't signed on for any of the shit that had happened at the world's worst hotel. It should have made him a little warier of the doors. It did, he supposed. He didn't really trust them but this was different.
So, okay, kids. They really weren't something he put much thought into. Myra had wanted them. Eddie hadn't actually wanted them with Myra. Or maybe he hadn't wanted to go through the process of making them with Myra. It wasn't something he actually wanted to put much thought into at the moment. Okay, he was gay. He liked men. He was in a relationship with a man who he loved more than anything else. He could admit to all of that internally (it was still hard to voice it) but the subject of his marriage, kids, and basically anything else were still things he didn't want to touch on with anyone. Not even Richie.
The fact that he, himself, had never had kids or wanted to have them with his wife wasn't the point. This guy, Hopper, was a father. He had a daughter who he, obviously, loved very much and had been separated from. Eddie may have resembled a feral cat most of the time but, deep down, he was actually pretty soft. He empathized more than anyone with his temper probably should've been able to. He didn't have kids. He hadn't even had a father or, hell, a good mother but he knew about love. He knew about love and missing someone. He understood how much comfort you could get just from little things. How much meaning something that seemed so ordinary could hold. If Eggos helped Hopper feel a little better about being stuck here and separated from El then, god damnit, Eddie was going to help him get Eggos.
"As ready as I'll ever be." He sighed but meant no. No, he wasn't ready. He would never be ready because going through the doors was a gamble right now. Still, he supposed there was a 50/50 chance they'd wind up exactly where they needed to be. Leading Hopper towards the door he remembered going through with Natasha he pushed it open. From this side it looked normal enough. A city, like he remembered. Once he lead the other man through, however, everything went screwy. The city was gone replaced by a creepy forest. "Fuck!" He cursed, turning back just in time to see the door slammed closed behind them. "I owe that son of a bitch an apology." Because, obviously, admitting to Richie Tozier that he was wrong was worst than, you know, being stuck in some woods that were probably murdery.